[CONTENTID1]Starting to be scrwed up[/CONTENTID1]

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[CONTENTID3]Suho, a burning young man in his best years, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the sapphire water with his resolute henna windows to his soul. His coffee hair rustled lightly in the ocean breeze. He tried to keep still despite his impatient excitement, resting his cheek against one hand as he adjusted his mahogany glasses.

The sun glinted off of his alabaster shoulders and he relished the feel of fresh air against his light-colored legs. His mahogany mane brushed against his earlobes, complementing his rebellious platinum visage. An elaborate tattoo s its way around his visible skin. A prominent scar stood out on his pale skin. Furry ears flicked at the top of his head, and he twitched his cinnamon tail.

His thoughts wandered to his days in Kris's company. Suho must have been delivered to him by fate. Kris had uncharacteristically found himself at death's door when Suho, in a moment of great courage, saved him. From then on, they were inseparable. They shared every part of their life with each other. That was how it was to this very day.

His ears pricked at the sound of familiar footsteps. He twitched his tail happily and looked up before Kris even spoke a word. "Suho-kun," he said simply with no remark upon Suho's dress and a smile on his face. His viridian globes complimented his aureate hair, brushing against his ears, belying his spotless heart. He was dressed in refined garb befitting his station. He had a toned but slender body covered with pearly, tinted with toast-colored, skin. As Suho drew nearer, he caught a note of Kris's familiar scent of lingering iron and steel. He smiled to himself. It always reminded him of the time they shared.

"Kris-kun. It's nice of you to show up on time," Suho said, fiery pools flashing.

He accepted it as a compliment and leaned in for a kiss. With that, they began to walk along the beach.

"So, Kris-kun," Suho began, "what's been up lately? Learning to cook yet?"

"It's not exactly one of my priorities," Kris stated.

"Hey, but you can't be all outdoors and martial arts. You've got to have a softer side. For me?" He wrapped his arms around one of his. "Please? You said I'm your favorite. And I would just love to have one of your piping hot meals."

"It might not taste very good," he remarked.

"Maybe not," he observed. "But I could always move onto the next piping hot dish." Suho smirked at him.

"All right. I guess I can try." For that, Suho wrapped his fingers in his bronze hair and pulled him in for a kiss.

"Wait," he interjected. Suho stopped two inches from his face. "Shouldn't you save your appetite for a proper meal?"

"I think I might be rubbing off on you," Suho murmured before he kissed him.

Kris smelled of earth and iron from his work. When they parted, Suho his own lips, inhaled another whiff of Kris's aroma, and said huskily, "Oh, you're so delicious."

"Really? What do I taste like?"

"Better, richer, than a platter of strawberries with vanilla ice cream." He traced a finger down the center of his muscular chest and leaned in to taste it again.

After a few moments, they found themselves walking down the beach again. Something rose to the front of Suho's mind -- something he had been trying to beat back all this time. It was so special to him to be with Kris, and he didn't want to pass that time making them both feel horrible. But it just wouldn't leave him alone.

With concern, Kris turned his seraphic spheres toward Suho. "