Their hands found each other and their lips met impatiently, forcefully. Their kiss initially was aggressive, wanting and as they melted into each others touch their lips moved languidly, mind absorbing each and ever detail and they took their time, getting to be together, to be able to feel together was not something that could happen any day.

They would wait and wait, seek out chances, create oppurtunities and meet up just anywhere and in that moment they would shut out the whole world, turn away from the other realities because this reality was all that mattered to them now, the reality that they felt for each other strongly. They did not like to think how their ‘relationship’ was practically suicidal but it simply could not be helped anymore. Forgetting their individual identities the two would become one and bask in each others presence.

Hyukjae groaned and pushed forward as he felt Donghae’s lips inching away.

“Can’t s-stay long.” Donghae gasped, breathless. Crouched over Hyukjae who had literally melted, slidding down along the wall of the small hut.

Hyukjae tugged at Donghae’s Ginger locks “Stay.” He breathed, face flushed and eyes hooded.

It took every piece of Donghae’s willpower and rationality to shake his head “ Ye demand the impossible.”

Hyukjae lightly scoffed “Your speech is getting better, your loosing the pirate-touch.”

Donghae leaned into him, a smile in which anxiety and relief were mingled “I know, it’s not just my speech…yer beating the pirate I was out of me in more than one ways. And yer deep accent’s as pathetic as always.”

“Are you complaining?” Hyukjae tilted his head “You like my accent that much I know for sure.”, stealing a kiss he grinned as the Pirate scrunched his lips in a frown  “I just don’t know how long I can do this…sneaking off and meeting you in the middle of anywhere, both of us are in danger all the time.."

Hyukjae’s expressions grew worried “Are you getting tired of me?” Donghae instantly held up a hand and placed it reassuringly on Hyukjae’s cheek, brusing his thumb over it, such acts of affections from himself even surprised him, for all he knew, these hands of his never knew how to display warmth and affection, they had swung swords and slitted throats for as long as he could remember. He marveled at how hiw whole body  responded to Hyukjae. “No, ye silly thing, I don’t know if I can ever get tired of you. You would know what all this prolonged separation and meeting for short amount of time  does to me.” Hyukjae’s eyes softened “Oh Donghae…”

Donghae tried to smile “And we really should not be wasting away precious minutes in mulling over our future in such a despressing manner. I want to be with ye so bad, all the time.”

Hyukjae stretched ou his legs on the rough ground, Donghae sat in his lap as if straddling him and Hyukjae adjusted himself against the wall, wincing as his shoulder blades began to hurt “ I wish we could just meet up at a bar and have a drink like normal peeps do.”

“But we are not normal” Donghae smirked to which Hyukjae chuckled “Yea, your crazy.”

“Crazy fer ye--how about I help you out of yer clothes?” Donghae was already reaching out, a hand clamped over his wrist and he pouted at the pair of amused brown eyes. “Naw, I aint willing to rush it, maybe next time.”

“Now yer just being mean!” The tough looking Ginger-head whinned and Hyukjae giggle-snorted “Don’t ya laugh at me or I’ll slice off yer lips!” Hyukjae laughed more “ that threat stopped working the second time, might wanna try a new one, babe.”

Donghae flushed and grumbled under his breathe as he suddenly looked away, Hyukjae cocked a brow “Oh? What do we have here, You’re going red, babe.”

Donghae made a face and abruptly got up, much to Hyukjae’s disliking but he got up eitherway, smirking and leaning in to listen when Donghae said something too low for him to get.

“I said don’t call me b-baybe” Donghae managed, feeling his cheeks growing hot as he saw Hyukjae blinking blankly before his mouth hung open wideas he cackled away, breathlessly repeating ‘baybe’ while mimicking Donghae, over and over. Such words and acts of endearment were utterly new to a person like Donghae who had only tasted the rough and bitter side of life. He loved it though, craved for it, as embarassing as Hyukjae's constant endearments were, he loved it. Hyukjae would simply enjoy the sigh of a blushing Donghae which would be a sight to see, rare but precious.

Donghae had no other solution in mind to silence the laughing brat, so he just grabbed the cowboy’s jacket collar and pulled him in for a searing hot kiss.

He had found that technique to work every ing time.