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They didn’t intend for this to happen, but then again, Duang never really knew what to expect from being with Qin anymore. His boyfriend was constantly surprising him, it was delightful.
He’d been minding his own business, doodling something on the tablet in preparation for an assignment he had upcoming this week, settling into the new routine of spending his time with and around Qin, who was also doing his own thing.
Qin was growing a little tired as the night wore on, but once he’d moved from his computer to lounge on the couch with a book, Duang had eagerly slid himself to sit right in front of him.
He’d given googly eyes up from Qin’s spread thighs, watching the expressions on his love’s face as he digested the story he was reading.
“Enjoying the book?” Duang wiggles in place, smiling at Qin as if he hung the world, the look he often sent to the other boy.
“Mmh.” Ever noncommittal, Qin just answers in small noises and simple words. “It’s interesting.”
“What’s it about?” Duang cranes up to try and see, but the book was moved away from him and Qin lightly bopped it against Duang’s head with a tut.
“Nosy.”
Duang grins, latching on to the way Qin starts to flush slightly at being questioned. “Is it a spicy book? It is, isn’t it?” He chuckles, turning back around but leaning the back of his head into Qin’s inner thigh.
Qin breaks a tiny smile before he wipes it away. “Get your mind out of the gutter.” He chides, but they both know it doesn’t hold much seriousness. He settles back into the couch cushions, one hand keeping the paperback open by the grip on its spine as his other hand wanders down to start to pet through Duang’s hair.
It’s an absentminded affection, but it does the trick, making Duang go boneless as he sighs happily and closes his eyes.
Qin yawns after a little while, his head dangerously close to falling back and the book slowly drifting further and further down until it’s resting on his other thigh. For a while he blinks sleepily, just watching Duang as he had returned focus to his project.
Duang was so caught up in enjoying the soft touches as he sketched lines and worked on the picture in front of him on the screen. After a little while, he notices the soft scratching of his scalp has stopped and he glances up curiously.
The sight was beyond heartwarming. Duang feels the slow smile spread over his features broadly as he takes in the almost completely asleep Qin, defenses all down as his breathing evens out. Duang nuzzles to the side, pressing his face right into Qin’s inner thigh.
He hears the way his breathing hitches, but otherwise, Qin remains peaceful. Feeling a little playful, and honestly just indulging himself at this point, Duang presses a kiss where he’d just nuzzled.
His attention was immediately stolen by the way the action had an obvious consequence. They weren’t even doing anything sexual and yet-- Duang’s mouth goes dry as his jaw falls open slightly, eyes trained on the slight tenting in his boyfriend’s pants. He swallows thickly, delighting in being the cause of that, intrigued, but not wanting to disturb him in the slightest.
“Qin, jaa~?” Duang tries, voice soft but attempting to see if he would stir. When he doesn’t and only mumbles a grunt, Duang giggles.
“Look at you enjoying all the attention where I can’t tease you about it.” Duang grins, sighing wistfully. Another glance up reveals just how much more handsome Qin is up close. Sometimes Duang feels like his heart will burst just from being near the other man.
With a soft exhale, he puts the tablet down on the table and scoots himself closer. Closing his eyes, he nuzzles in once more, hand bracing under himself, just short of touching Qin where his body was clearly wanting it.
Being like this close was--fascinating, in an attention-grabbing sort of way. Qin’s hand, now very limp against the back of Duang’s head, was like a silent pressure of encouragement.
Stay here. Stay close.
Duang wasn’t going to complain about that. Even if his eyes were very intrigued by the sight of his boyfriend’s clothed bulge, he wasn’t feeling the itch to do anything sexual about it.
Qin was so peaceful, deep in sleep like this. Like all of his guards were down but he still subconsciously wanted Duang, wanted him close.
Eyelashes fluttering, Duang chances another look at the features of Qin’s face; passive with sleep, his mouth hanging just a little open in true relaxation.
They’d had an exhausting last few weeks, they deserved this.
Humming in content, Duang closes his own eyes and nuzzles into the space where Qin’s thigh falls open away from his pelvis.
He smelled like a mixture of excitement and safety, somehow. Duang inhales sharply, the action making his head spin but this wasn’t arousal talking. This was so much more.
Qin’s whole body was much warmer here, as if the core of him was molten. His every inch was very much alive and that became all the more evident as Duang felt himself lean into the soft give of one of his boyfriend’s most intimate areas.
Everything was peaceful, warm, and Duang felt surrounded by it…
Giving in to the lull of the quiet room, and the even breathing he can hear faintly from Qin, Duang also lets himself relax and succumb to a sleep like this-- feeling closer than they’d ever been before.
He was so in love.