HenTeuk Drabble: Stare.

Two men were sitting on the couch in their living room, as close as they possibly could be, watching the images flash across the screen of the television.

The show they were previously watching had ended, though, and so commercials were now playing.

Henry was going to change the channel to see if something more interesting was playing on another one when suddenly, an infomercial advertising some bras popped up on the electronic object.

The Canadian's brain took a second or two to analyse the pictures before everything clicked in hid head and that he decided to press on a button to make the almost naked women go away.

But to everyone else, since they weren't in the man's brain, it could have seemed that he was, well... Staring.

"Henry..?" wondered the older man, Jungsu, curiously looking up at his boyfriend.

"Mh?" asked said man, arching an eyebrow to show he was listening even if he continued to flip through the boring, more boring and even more boring shows.

"You were staring at those girls, weren't you?" dared to ask the slimmer, smaller man, chewing on his bottom lip in slight embarassment.

"What...? Oh." he said as realisation hit him. Then he turned to his hyung, smiling reassuringly. "Of course not, Jungsu," he lamely said.

What could you answer to this anyway?

"You always... Like, I don't know," finished the older man, annoyment obvious as his upper lip lightly twitched and that some words burned his tongue, unable to leave his mouth.

"I promise, love..." gently pronounced the chubby cheeked boy, playing with the other's fingers. "I have eyes only for you~" he added with a hint of mischieviousness in his voice.

The blonde head lightly turned to his dongsaeng; he regretted doubting him now. He knew Henry wasn't that kind of person, so... "Ah!" the latter squeaked in surprise.

Indeed, his thigh had been deviously pinched on one of its week spots and, since it was so sudden, Jungsu didn't have the time to think about holding back any noise.

"You, yourself and only you~" grinned the mochi, his voice almost innocent. Oh, he was really great at playing the innocent game. But the man with the sharp features wasn't a fool and could see clearly through his acting.

Simply, he just didn't want to stop it.

So he let the hamster kiss his cheek, his jaw, then his lips, slowly moving to his neck. He didn't stop him from placing his hands on sensitive spots, from roaming them over his chest. 

And he never regretted the moan that left his lips later on. "Oh... Henry~"