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Eunho massaged Lorenzo's side gently. His nails didn't scratch and his fingers were like little clouds bouncing over Lorenzo's tensed muscles. The knife wound on his abs scored him, Eunho had yet to see it. Besides earlier. It was 03:56 now. Lorenzo just came back from work, his fingers still mucky but Eunho loved to feed him. Pressing the burger to his lips with clean hands. "Am I doing good?" He asked, gently, he pulsed his fingers back and forth near the wound. He didn't really know it was there. He'd seen Lorenzo's naked body more than Lorenzo saw his, yet, he didn't have it printed and taped to his brain. Unlike Lorenzo who couldn't force the image out.
"Yeah, you're doing good." He groaned quietly. It whistled throughout the lazy air. The rain had slowed today and it was pitch black outside. Their apartment was lit for once—the yellow lights beside the bed plugged it. Lorenzo sat in a squiggly chair, Eunho stood behind it. "Are you hungry? Do you want another bite? You only had three." Eunho pouted. Lorenzo shook his head. "You should eat it."
"You spent your hard earned money on it, baby. You've been working all day," Eunho paused, looking up at Lorenzo. Lorenzo held his head back, beyond relaxed into the touch. His eyes snapped shut. "I'm okay. You didn't finish your happy meals, do that. Maybe I'll eat some more."
"You can't manipulate me to eat more."
"Mhm, okay, doll." Lorenzo opened his eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest and licked his lips, widening them. "Give me a bite."
"You're so cute," Eunho kissed him. Not actually, just kinda gestures to it. Like he wanted to but wasn't sure if it was a good idea. They'd known each other for five days—maybe it was too soon. Maybe Lorenzo buying him McDonald's every night and cuddling him to bed was what made them so close. Maybe it was because Eunho had no one else to talk to. Lorenzo didn't have much either; he just ran his mouth—constantly.
Lorenzo unwrapped his arms. He grabbed Eunho's hand. The omega caught his blue eyes, dark and wild. When the ocean moans at night and the sky cries with her—that was the color you'd see if you were Eunho looking at Lorenzo. Because he didn't look at anyone else that way. "Yeah?" The omega whispered. "You're so cute. You are. E ho una voglia matta di pomiciare con te. Sento l'odore del tuo sesso, lo sento in bocca. È fottutamente delizioso." He emphasized the you but Eunho wasn't worried about that. He didn't understand the last sentence, but he smiled as it sounded claiming—possessive. "What? Can you..always tell me what you're saying in Italian, Rennie..? I'd like to know," he frowned.
"I want to taste your slick," Lorenzo spoke hushedly. As though he was pushing kisses into Eunho's scalp. The omega reacted viscerally. He swallowed hard and smiled deeper, dimples gleaming. "That's super sexy, Rennie."
"Sure." The alpha murmured. He patted his lap, pulling the McDonald's bag from his lap and onto the bed. Eunho climbed up instantly, settling with an ease that was uniquely familiar. "Don't get too hungry, we're still young." The omega cautioned, but it came out of giggling lips. It was hard to believe. Lorenzo clutched one of his pantless thighs and squeezed the tender muscle. It felt nice, thick. "Not that young. You're almost eighteen."
"But you aren't," he frowned. "Is this love?" He reached out, brushing back Lorenzo's curls from his head. "I think so. Do you love me?"
"I definitely don't want to live without you, Rennie." Eunho murmured. It was like he couldn't stop touching him. Lorenzo writhed in it. "Yeah. Me neither."
"What'd you say in Italian? Will you teach me some?"
"What do you want to learn?" Lorenzo rubbed his thigh. Eunho's eyes rolled as he laughed at the thought in head. Lorenzo only cocked his head to the side and waited, his leg bouncing from anxiety. "I want you."
"I want you too."
"How do you say it in Italian?"
"Ti voglio."
"Can you say it slower?"
"T-i..v-o-g—l-I-o."
"Ti..vog..voglio?"
"Mhm, that's good." Lorenzo praised while Eunho giggled gleefully. Then, he sighed. "I really like you. Do you think we'll ever get out of here?"
"You might, I probably won't."
"Don't say that," Eunho's eyes watered. Lorenzo massaged his thighs. "It's the truth, doll."
"Well, I want to stay with you. Forever."
"Really?"
"Mhm. I want you to get a tattoo for me; of me." Lorenzo smirked at the desire. "Really? What should it be?"
"That you want me; in pink. In Italian. So no one but me knows." The omega demanded. He gently wrapped his arms around Lorenzo's neck and kissed the scent mark. Lorenzo didn't flinch. It became a little regular, considering after they got dressed, they went down stairs. They stayed down there for five hours as Lorenzo put all the drugs up. The entire time, Eunho moaned and writhed in pain, so as a suture; he kissed Lorenzo. All over. Or well, to some degree. It didn't stay strictly on his face but it didn't drop to groin. Luckily, because the boss was right across from them talking to this gorgeous omega. They were speaking English; neither Lorenzo nor Eunho understood it.
Lorenzo softened into the touch, but as it drained on deeper, to his neck, he thought. "This place is nice; they're not hitting us or starving us. I wouldn't mind living here regularly." He stated tenderly, wondering quietly to himself. Eunho's lips kissed and sucked. He hummed against him, the verbatim sound vibrated. "Yeah? It is, isn't it? I wouldn't—mhmgf—I wouldn't..mind staying here with you, baby." He licked a stripe over the place he turned purple. "Is this okay? You never said." The omega pulled away. He stared Lorenzo in the eyes.
Lorenzo smiled. "I love it."
"Should I stop?" Eunho pouted. Lorenzo's eyes narrowed, "don't, babydoll. I want the kisses."
"Oh, that's..that's…"
Eunho giggled.