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Taekyung's kiss is sweet at the start as he pulls on Shinwoo's sleeve and maneuvers them into a corner of the hallway, out of view, and settles Shinwoo against the wall with a press of lips. It's quiet and comfortable and familiar as Taekyung's hands curl around Shinwoo's shoulders, tiny kisses traded back-and-forth while Shinwoo's hands slide just underneath the hem of Taekyung's sweatshirt and settle on the warm cotton of Taekyung's shirt, holding onto Taekyung's hips.
"Hyung," Taekyung teases, as though this were the first time and not the hundredth time they'd done this. And then his kiss isn't as sweet; there's a heat to it that makes Shinwoo's lips tingle from more than the spicy tteokbokki his Woo Taekyung had ordered for lunch. Their lips part and Shinwoo can feel the tease of Taekyung's tongue as Taekyung's hands slide up into his hair, Taekyung's palms pressing lightly against the tops of Shinwoo's ears.
"I can feel your ears heating up," Taekyung says as he pulls back from the kiss, his lips already ruddy and his dimples on full display.
"I know you like that," Shinwoo answers, moving just enough for his thigh to press up against Taekyung's groin. "I can tell you do."
This isn't the time or the place, but they've grown more confident, more comfortable, in this open teasing of one another, pushing the limits of the back and forth that leaves them dizzy and breathless and thinking of little but one another until they're alone.
"You're the worst, Noh Shinwoo," Taekyung pouts, tugging at Shinwoo's hair.
"Only ever to you," Shinwoo promises, kissing the pout away.