title: I love you too much
genre: romance; au
summary: Zhoumi knows it's wrong but he can't help it. He is addicted.
word count: 400
Zhoumi knows that it is wrong. So incredibly wrong. Leaning impossibly close to whisper promises that cannot be kept. Promises of eternity, togetherness. Promises of everything, anything and nothing. It hurts Zhoumi to lie. Lie to himself. It kills Zhoumi to lie. Lie to him.
Letting his hands brush against his brow, his closed lids, his nose, his lips. His fingers dancing across his exposed and flushed skin, across his collar bone, his shoulder, his chest, his navel and then down. It pains him to see how much he wants it (he shouldn’t want it), loves it. But Zhou Mi wants it too.
Zhoumi smiles when he looks into those eyes. Dark and Beautiful they stare up at him through lowered lids and thick eyelashes. Even with that look, playful and seductive, Zhoumi sees the innocence in those eyes. He sees the smiles and the laughs, the shy unspoken thoughts. He sees the uncertainty, the purity. He sees everything he shouldn’t see, hear, smell, taste…touch.
He smells like coffee, with a hint of hazelnut. Zhoumi loves the scent. He is addicted. Just like everything else about him. Like a drug addict he comes back for more and more and more. Never being satisfied. Zhoumi shouldn’t complain. He knows what he was getting himself into. Coffee is addicting.
Zhoumi kisses him, long and hard. He kisses back, just as passionate. No, even more so. The younger clutches at his collar and wraps his other arm around his neck, pulling him closer until Zhoumi’s body is pressed against his own. He pushes Zhoumi against the wall and presses their lips together again. This kiss is openmouthed and hot. Fear is what Zhoumi feels as a knee forces his legs apart, as a thigh rubs against his clothed erection. Not fear of him, never of him, but of his intensity. He fears the lightening-fast transition from a seventeen-year-old boy, all smiles and playfulness, to this wild and controlling sex-addict. Zhoumi knows that by morning the teenage boy will be back, playing computer games and not doing homework, but when night comes…
Zhoumi is jerked back to reality as a hand gropes the base of his cock (“When did that happen?” he asks himself). He moans and leans down to taste his lips again.
“Because. I love you too much to hurt you, Cho Kyuhyun.”
AN: So the ending was all sorts of fail. Not my fault T.T I'm working on an empty stomach.
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