Pulled
Push and Pull
Eric was slowly losing himself.
A few minutes ago, he had faced Hyesung in a fit of blind rage. He was tired of being treated like trash, like a plaything. He was tired of being wrapped around Hyesung's little finger like he was some mere toy he could play with and then throw away once he's tired of him. He was tired of loving him, when he knew that he could never, ever love him back.
And so the solution was to hate him. Hate him to the deepest recesses of his being, his soul. Hate him so much that he couldn't stand to be with him. Hate him so that Hyesung would get the message that he wasn't just someone he could around with. Hate him so that his heart might finally learn to stop loving him.
And yet, here was that same man that he vowed to hate, kissing him. The hand that gripped his collar earlier moved to the back of his neck which pushed his head forward, effectively deepening the kiss. The unexpected gesture forced Eric's mouth to slightly open in a small gasp, which the younger took advantage of as he slid in his tongue, exploring every nook and cranny of his mouth urgently, desperately, needily. Eric couldn't get enough. His whole body went into autopilot as his arms found its way around Hyesung's waist, bringing their bodies into even closer contact. All resolve to hate him had vanished right at that moment, as he still couldn't believe that his lips were hotly locked with the one object of his desires, that he thought he could never have.
self-control. Right at that moment, that word ceased to exist in Shin Hyesung's vocabulary. His fingers were delicately twined in Eric's hair, as their lips continued to do the talking. He kissed with passion, lust, want, need; pent-up feelings that had been kept secret for too long. Satisfaction coursed through his body as he felt Eric shuddering with pleasure in his arms, a soft moan escaping the older's lips as Hyesung used that opportunity to take a sharp intake of breath. He didn't want to let go; he wanted to keep going, forever, to send the one message he never had the courage to say in words. I love you, Eric. I love you. So please don't hate me.
Hyesung could only speculate that he got the message, as he felt Eric's hand slide inside his shirt, his skin burning under his delicate touch. They were both traversing the path of no return, and they knew it; reality wouldn't allow it, and they knew it; and yet, yet, they couldn't stop, they had gone too far along, too far to go back, too far to pretend nothing happened, too far to deny that they had wanted this. They both wanted this, wanted this for so long, that it was impossible to stop now, even when everything in them were screaming, screaming for them to stop.
The need for air was the only thing that finally separated them, as Eric slowly let go of Hyesung's lips. They were both gasping, much needed oxygen filling their lungs, as they could still feel each other's hot breath, their faces a mere few centimeters away from each other's. Eric's hands found their way to Hyesung's cheeks, burning hot from desire, as he leaned down to press sweet, light, comforting kisses on his lips, a gesture Hyesung readily welcomed as he wrapped both arms around the taller man's waist.
"So... do you... still hate me?" Hyesung's voice was barely above a whisper, but Eric understood every single word. A cheeky smile made its way to Eric's lips as he pressed a light kiss on the tip of Hyesung's nose.
"Depends, if you still insist on being a difficult bastard."
Hyesung couldn't help but grin, as he pulled Eric down for another kiss, sweeter and slower this time. "Touché."
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"So, guess you two, ah, finally solved your issues." Minwoo remarked with a raised eyebrow as an unusually cheerful Hyesung and a beaming Eric entered the room, hands intertwined with each other's.
"Yeah, all we needed was a little, uh, talk." Eric winked at Hyesung, who merely rolled his eyes in response. The small smile that played at his lips gave away his amusement, though.
"Ooh-kay, then. Practice should move along smoothly, I hope? Unless you're gonna be all over Hyesungie this time."
"Naaaah, I was all over him last night alre--" He was interrupted by a towel violently thrown at the back of his head, courtesy of their main vocalist, who was very bright red in the face.
"YA! Didn't I tell you not to tell people stupid things?!"
Eric merely laughed as he watched Hyesung stomp out of the room. "If you don't come back here, I'm gonna tell them everything!" He taunted in a singsong voice.
All he got in response was another towel thrown at him, before the door was slammed shut. Some things will never change, after all.
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A/N: And there we go, that was the end of this. I don't feel that frustrated anymore, and I thought of this perfectly sappy (well, relatively, since this is still RicSyung and it's not really possible to make them too sappy xD) ending, so I decided to just cut it off at that. I debated at first with just making this a oneshot, but I thought it was better to divide it into parts, so yeah.
This is actually the first time I've ever written a kissing scene that's more than a paragraph long. ._. Needless to say, I'm still a little bit squeamish about it lol. xD But I don't think anything is extreme enough to warrant an M-rating, so I didn't bother putting it in. Just tell me otherwise in the comments if you think I should though, guys.
Also, good news for those that didn't get enough: I'm planning a Romance/Angst trilogy wholly dedicated to RicSyung. So be sure to look out for that as well! :D
Thanks for all the support guys <3
Having a bit of difficulty writing the third chapter. Will come soon. Sorry! ^^;;;
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