A/N: Hellyeah, I'm back! I have passed every test I could, so now I can start to translate again! Thank you so much for waiting for me, I missed you a lot. I hope my English isn't poor after two months without practising -.-

“Do you want to play?”

Ryeowook blinks and his eyes leave the piano. He did not even realize when he stopped watching the screen. However, at the moment Yesung suggests moving to the piano, his eyes brighten with delight. He has not played for really long time – actually, since the day they came back from the beach house. How long has it been? A month? He has no idea. It is enough to know it has been long.  And he realizes he misses it.

Yesung can see enthusiasm reflecting in Wookie’s face and he grabs the remote control to turn off television. He stands up, reaching out to Wookie. The boy does not hesitate and he presses his hand, smiling back at the older man. Yesung helps him to stand up and without releasing his hand he heads to the piano. He sits down, making the boy fall down on his lap, pressing to his tiny back. Ryeowook purrs contentedly, enjoying the warmth of his body. He can feel Yesung’s arms wrapping around his waist. No scared cries, no frozen muscles, no fear. Not anymore. The only thing he feels is pleasant warmth of Yesung’s touch. His lips conjure a light smile of happiness.  

“We will play together,” Yesung whispers to his ear, kissing soft skin. Ryeowook shivers, giving a nod. He does not wait for anything and his fingers eagerly reach the keyboards. He fondly the cold smooth surface which he has not felt for so long. He sighs happily, pressing one of the keyboards. A gentle sound resonates through the room, quiet and so beautiful. At the same time Yesung’s palms his hand and then they finally touch the keyboards too.

“Which one would you like to play?” he asks, whispering, although he knows the answer before Wookie can even say anything. He knows which one Wookie loves. And he is not wrong. Ryeowook starts to play, slowly, carefully as he would be afraid he can break the beautiful instrument.  Yesung waits for a while before he joins him. They play together the most beautiful melody which Wookie knows. For him it is amazing. For him it means home and safety. He misses the only thing and at the moment he gets it, his body shivers. Yesung starts to sing, quietly, only for the boy sitting on his lap. And Ryeowook is slowly losing in his voice which he both hears and feels, because Yesung’s warm breath tickles Wookie’s neck and sends chills down his spine. Ryeowook’s body trembles, he almost forgets to play, fortunately his fingers know what to press and they do not stop even when the boy is not able to concentrate. He can focus only on Yesung’s gentle voice, singing lyrics which Ryeowook knows for so long. It is so beautiful, so gorgeous. Ryeowook can only sigh disappointedly when the song ends and the room fills with a silence. Why beautiful things always disappear so quickly?

“More...” he whispers quietly, his eyes are closed and his fingers still touch the keyboards. He wants to hear him at least one more time. And then again. And again. He wants to listen to his voice forever.

“As you wish.” Yesung whispers too and his fingers start to play the same melody as they have already played. Wookie does not join this time, he is just sitting there with closed eyes, listening.

It does not matter there is not storm outside and it is in the middle of the day, Yesung’s voice is lulling him to sleep. Maybe it is because he has not slept well lately. Now, when he knows everything is alright, he wants to sleep, he is so happy and satisfied... He leans against Yesung’s chest, still listening to the melody and lyrics of his lullaby, he can feel the music ading his body. He is not even strong enough to open his mouth and ask Yesung for playing one more time when the silence comes again.

“Wookie?” Yesung whispers when he finishes the song, but Ryeowook does not reply. The boy in his arms is silent, nuzzling against Yesung’s chest, just mumbling some nonsense. Right now he is in a state when he knows Yesung is talking to him but he is not able to say anything on his own.

Yesung just smiles, at this moment Wookie really looks like a small baby. A small baby who needs love and care. He hugs the boy, hiding his face in Wookie’s neck. He kisses him softly, pressing him against his chest as much as he can. Ryeowook’s arms wrap around Yesung’s neck without opening his eyes. Yesung sighs, Wookie’s back, enjoying the touch and warmth. Now he knows the feeling filling his body, making him smile, now he is sure it is love to this tiny creature. He cannot deny it anymore and he even does not want to.  He his hair with his nose, giving him another slight kiss.

“I love you, Wookie,” he whispers to his ear, him again. Ryeowook’s body shivers and Yesung can feel tiny fingers pressing his shirt. The boy looks up slowly, making himself open his eyes. He yawns loudly, blinking; he is so cute Yesung is not sure he can handle that. He would like to kiss every piece of his body. He knows these thoughts are more than forbidden and he should chase them away immediately, but... He longs for him so much. Even though he knows he must not. At least he enjoys every touch Wookie allows him. Every kiss he can place on his body is like a drug which he needs to survive. And it is enough for him. For now it is. The fear appears in his eyes – what if he hurts him? Will he be able to control himself tomorrow as today?

“Sungie?”

He shakes his head to get rid of these unwanted thoughts. He must not think about something what will not happen. He will never hurt his little Wookie. He smiles at the boy, his cheeks with his fingers. Ryeowook purrs again, pressing against his hands. He loves Yesung’s gentle palms, his body giving him sense of safety. He also loves his arms pressing him and he loves the feeling which controls his body every time he can feel his lips, so soft, tender and warm...

“Can I kiss you, Sungie?” Wookie’s innocent eyes find Yesung’s ones, sending him a silent plea, hoping for a positive answer. Yesung’s palm moves to Ryeowook’s neck, making him lean over to him so their faces almost touch each other.

“You don’t have to ask for something like this. Of course you can. You can do everything you want...” he whispers and without waiting for an answer he reaches his lips in a kiss. Ryeowook closes his eyes, sighing when he feels Yesung’s tongue his lips. He slides into his mouth, caressing the boy who starts to respond with his own tongue, so shy. Yesung is almost going crazy, pressing his body, feeling his quickly beating heart...

He has to pull away from him, he does not want to smother him. They are so close, so close... Wookie’s breath is fast and shallow, his eyelids shivers and finally reveal chocolate eyes. Suddenly his face turns red and he hides it in Yesung’s shoulder, so the older man can hardly understand what Wookie is saying but he is sure he hears him clearly. His breath gets stuck in his throat and his heart skips a beat when he realizes the meaning of his words.

“I love you, Sungie...”