Seong shifts a little to lay his head on Matthias' shoulder, trying to remove himself from the more direct line of sight. It doesn't help, though. It doesn't stop the intensity of Matthias' eyes on him. It doesn't stop the way that heavy gaze makes the rest of the world drop away, leaving just the two of them in it. That addicting, intoxicating gaze. Seong turns his own attention to Matthias' plate, watching the way his boyfriend twirls the fork to gather up some of the pasta. He watches his hand, the way the muscles and tendons move together just under his skin. Flexing and contracting in a way that makes Seong's heart beat just a little faster. A reminder of how those hands feel and what's they're capable of. A reminder of the things they can do to him.
"You're the only one who says it right," he muses to himself before sliding down to claim a small piece of Matthias' thigh for his head. Just enough to lay with his head in Matthias' lap, not enough to get in the way of his eating. "I think a lot about your voice. Like, the sweet way you usually sound when you talk to me and especially when you say my name. The mischievous tone you have when you're about to suggest we do something that most people would say we shouldn't. The aggressive, sometimes growly way you sound when you're really horny. I hear your moans while I'm asleep."
That's enough. He should stop.
"Tonight, I got basically no work done because I couldn't stop thinking about coming up here to see you. I only managed five sentences I mostly didn't hate for my article. Managed to write a pretty big paragraph about how good it feels when you fuck me so hard that I forget where I am. Some of the best writing I've done in recent memory. I also couldn't stop imagining what we'd do tonight when I came up to see you. Would we just have supper and then I'd go home? Would you come home with me? Would I stay here for a few hours and we'd talk? Maybe we'd have sex and you'd send me home afterwards. Or spend the entire night fucking until one or both of us passes out. Watch a movie and cuddle on the couch? How would you look tonight? How would you be dressed and how would your hair be styled? What would you smell like? What would you taste like?"
He should've made an itemized list in his head. He should've gone into this more prepared. He shouldn't have allowed himself to just talk. One too many glasses of wine, perhaps. So is this when Matthias realizes that Seong is a mistake and kicks him out? Is this when Matthias realizes that Seong is just a little too much?
"Stuff like that." Seong sits back up to return to toying with the hem of his shirt before softly repeating, "I just think about you a lot."
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"You're the only one who says it right," he muses to himself before sliding down to claim a small piece of Matthias' thigh for his head. Just enough to lay with his head in Matthias' lap, not enough to get in the way of his eating. "I think a lot about your voice. Like, the sweet way you usually sound when you talk to me and especially when you say my name. The mischievous tone you have when you're about to suggest we do something that most people would say we shouldn't. The aggressive, sometimes growly way you sound when you're really horny. I hear your moans while I'm asleep."
That's enough. He should stop.
"Tonight, I got basically no work done because I couldn't stop thinking about coming up here to see you. I only managed five sentences I mostly didn't hate for my article. Managed to write a pretty big paragraph about how good it feels when you fuck me so hard that I forget where I am. Some of the best writing I've done in recent memory. I also couldn't stop imagining what we'd do tonight when I came up to see you. Would we just have supper and then I'd go home? Would you come home with me? Would I stay here for a few hours and we'd talk? Maybe we'd have sex and you'd send me home afterwards. Or spend the entire night fucking until one or both of us passes out. Watch a movie and cuddle on the couch? How would you look tonight? How would you be dressed and how would your hair be styled? What would you smell like? What would you taste like?"
He should've made an itemized list in his head. He should've gone into this more prepared. He shouldn't have allowed himself to just talk. One too many glasses of wine, perhaps. So is this when Matthias realizes that Seong is a mistake and kicks him out? Is this when Matthias realizes that Seong is just a little too much?
"Stuff like that." Seong sits back up to return to toying with the hem of his shirt before softly repeating, "I just think about you a lot."