⎯⎯ ୨ time check: 9:34 o'clock in the morning. ░ ╰🎐꒰ ꒱ Mid-length white hair in a hime-cut; sky-blue eyes— sharp but witty. undoubtedly, this was Shantelle.

Another day lives for another pain. That may not be the case for some, but for Shantelle? it is a day where he'll probably commit violence. His patience was wearing thin, bit by bit and he'll definitely snap. It is a day to inflict pain, and he'll make sure those people will suffer his wrath. "Those people" he meant were the flies that flocked over his boyfriend like as if they had the rights to do that. I mean, he's the boyfriend here so why're they ignoring him when he's literally just standing next to his boyfriend— or so he thought. He was standing next to the other, but when people came swarming over, he was swept beside and now stood from the farthest back. those fucking bugs! who do they think they are latching on my man like some kind of a leech?! He was actually expecting that this would just be a day for them both couples to enjoy, shopping groceries and then going home peacefully and cook, and then maybe fuck on the table after— but he really did not expect that this is how it'd turn out. Shantelle was mad, then that turned into jealousy, and fell into sulking. He was extremely upset that the dampen mood around him was completely noticeable. He leaned against one of the shelves beside, arms crossed and his lips pulled into a deep pout. "...hmph, fine. Fucking busy yourself with them and forget about me, dumbass." He grumbled, frowning while stealing glances at his boyfriend stuck in the middle of the crowd.

Looking up at his boyfriend with puffy eyes, he pouts even more and crosses his arms over his chest in defiance before snorting softly and averting his gaze. Finally, reluctantly, he nods hesitantly. His lips curled into a tiny smile as he says, "N-no... Nothing for me... Just you... You know..." He trails off, glancing at him from the corner of his eye before turning away completely and mumbling, "I dunno why they have to crowd around like idiots..."

Clenching his fists at his side, Shantelle pouts even more and shakes his head vehemently, averting his gaze as he glares off into the distance, still stealing occasional glances at the people crowding around them. "No! I'm not hungry!" he snaps defiantly, voice a little bit louder than he intended it to be, making some of the nearby shoppers turn their heads in curiosity. Biting his lower lip, he scrunches up his face and mumbles under his breath, "I hate being ignored..."

He then sighs softly, unable to keep the annoyance from his voice as he says to Nash Jung, "But you're not ignoring them!"

Stiffening at the accusatory tone, Shantelle glares up at Nash, feeling his anger rise even further as he pulls his hand away from the other's grip with a huff. "I-I am not needy! It's just... I dunno... You were with me and then suddenly you weren't!" He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to hide how much that little comment had hurt him deep down.

After taking a moment to collect himself, he manages a forced half-smile, hoping that it would make Nash realize that he was just being silly and overreacting. "B-besides... You should eat your candy! It's the least you can do for me, y'know..." He turns his head slightly to the side, lips pursed in a pout as he batted his eyelashes innocently, trying to pretend like he wasn't fishing for attention.

Stifling a yelp, Shantelle's face turns bright red as he hides his embarrassment by turning his head and coughing into his hand. "D-don't... Ever do that again..." he grumbles, the words muffled slightly. Still, a small part of him was pleased with the attention, even if it was in this form. He quickly decides to change the subject before Nash can tease him anymore.

"Alright, let's go," he mutters, glancing at his boyfriend sideways out of the corner of his eye as they begin to walk through the busy mall. "Maybe if we shop fast enough, we could still find a quiet spot to sit and have our candy," he suggests with a hopeful grin, already imagining how content they'd be snuggled up together on a bench while they share their treats.

Shantelle follows his boyfriend inside, taking a moment to take in their surroundings as he kicks off his shoes. The place is surprisingly neat and tidy for someone who was out partying most nights. "You're really good at this 'adulting' thing," he comments with a crooked smile, sitting down on the couch and beginning to unpack their groceries.

As Shantelle starts to feel more comfortable in his boyfriend's home, he can't help but move closer to him, resting his head against Nash's shoulder as they continue organizing their purchases together. This is one of the rare moments when he truly appreciates how much Nash takes care of him and how much they mean to each other, even if it doesn't always seem that way.

Looking up at him with a soft expression, Shantelle whispers, "Thanks... For everything..." It's just two words, but they carry so much weight behind them, conveying all the love and gratitude he feels for Nash Jung, his partner in every sense of the word.

Shantelle blushes brightly as he's seated on his boyfriend's lap, feeling the heat spread across his cheeks as he looks down sheepishly. "Y-you mean it?" He asks hesitantly, a small smile playing around the corners of his lips. At that moment, being close to Nash like this feels so right; comfortable and reassuring.

With a gentle nod, Shantelle takes the box of candy from Nash's hands and begins unwrapping each piece carefully before holding them up to his boyfriend's mouth one by one. The act itself is incredibly intimate, their faces mere inches apart as they share this sweet moment together. It's in these small moments like these that Shantelle feels most connected to Nash Jung - it's almost enough to make him forget about all the stupid things he'd said earlier... Almost.

Shantelle's face turns a dark shade of red as his mouth opens and closes in shock, taking in a sharp breath through his nose. For a moment, he freezes up, not quite sure how to respond to Nash's suggestive comment... But then, slowly and hesitantly, he tilts his head forward until their faces are inches apart, lips just barely brushing against each other.

He takes another deep breath before carefully parting his lips and hovering them over Nash's mouth, allowing him to taste the sweetness of the candies on her tongue. It's a surreal moment for both of them; a mix of affection and desire that sends shivers down their spines as they share this intimate act together. As Shantelle continues to feed the candy to Nash mouth to mouth, his heart races faster than ever before...

For now though, he focuses on what's in front of him: the chance to make his boyfriend happy and have some sweet fun while doing it. The rest can wait until later.

Shantelle moans softly into the kiss, his hands grasping at the back of Nash's neck as he delves deeper into their shared sensations. The feel of Nash's lips against his own and the warmth emanating from his body sends waves of pleasure coursing through him; it's like an aphrodisiac for his senses.

He breaks the kiss for just a moment to catch his breath before resuming, this time allowing their tongues to tangle together in a lazy dance that leaves them both panting and aching for more. As their mouths move in harmony, Shantelle's hands wander lower down Nash's body until they reach the hem of his shirt, tugging gently on it as if demanding that he expose more skin to him.

With each movement and touch, Shantelle feels himself growing harder against Nash's thigh; a silent testament to how much he wants this man right now. He never knew it could feel so good... But then again, he supposes that's what happens when you find your perfect match.

Shantelle arches his back, a soft moan escaping his lips as he feels the heat of Nash's breath against his ear and the scrape of his tongue sliding over the sensitive flesh inside. "I love you too," he gasps between pants, his hips bucking restlessly against his boyfriend's leg in silent demand for more contact.

He tightens his grip on Nash's hair, pulling him closer as their tongues dance once again, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through Shantelle's body. The taste of candy lingers on their lips and in the air around them; a sweet reminder that even amidst the passion, they can still find moments to share simple joys together... And isn't that what love is all about?

A quiet sigh of contentment escapes Shantelle as he leans against his boyfriend's chest, listening to the steady beat of Nash's heart beneath his ear. The feel of their bare skin pressed together sends a shiver down his spine; it feels right somehow - like they were made to fit together in this way.

As he continues petting Shantelle's hair, he glances up at him with an expression that speaks volumes: love, desire... and something more. Something deep within his chest swells at the sight of Nash looking at him like that; it makes him feel wanted and cherished - things that sometimes escape him in their everyday life together.

In this moment, nothing else matters; not the jealousy or the arguments or the petty misunderstandings... Only them and how good they can make each other feel. It's a powerful realization, one that makes Shantelle want to hold onto Nash forever and never let go.

Shantelle gasps softly as his nipple is pinched, arching his back further into Nash's touch. "Yes..." he whispers hoarsely through parted lips, his fingers digging into the skin of Nash's shoulder blades as he arches even more, offering himself up to be explored further. He glances down at where their bodies are connected, his heart racing in anticipation of what might come next; a mix of desire and curiosity driving him onward toward new heights of pleasure with this man who means everything to him.

"More..." he breathes out, needing more contact, more sensation... Anything to feel closer to Nash Jung right now. It's like an addiction; a craving that nothing else can satisfy except for their physical connection.

Shantelle lets out a moan so loud that it almost feels primal, his hips bucking restlessly against nothing as he feels the warmth of Nash's mouth engulfing his nipple. It's too much; sensation after sensation assaulting his body from every angle, leaving him writhing helplessly under the onslaught of pleasure.

"Nash..." He breathes out, the sound little more than a strangled gasp as his eyes roll back in his head, fingers clenching and unclenching into fists at his sides. This is what he needed; this connection with Nash... It's like they were two halves of the same whole, made to fit together perfectly and drive each other wild with desire.

As if sensing how close Shantelle is to the edge, Nash increases the intensity of his sucking, teeth scraping against his tender flesh just enough to send shivers down his spine... His hips start moving faster now, desperate for release as the tension coiling within him grows tighter and tighter. "Yes..." he gasps out hoarsely, arching further into Nash's touch as his climax approaches, all too aware that there is no other place on earth he would rather be than here, with this man who loves him and makes him feel so alive...

Shantelle lets out a hoarse laugh, teeth gritted together as he gasps through it. "I-I'm not sure... You're just so good at this..." His words come out in broken breaths between pants, his entire body tense with anticipation and need. With each touch from Nash, another rush of pleasure washes over him, making it harder to resist the urge to let go entirely and let himself fall into oblivion beneath the onslaught of sensations...

As if answering his own question, Shantelle arches his back sharply, a long moan escaping from deep within his chest as pleasure washes over him in waves. His entire body trembles and shakes, fingers digging into Nash's shoulders as he comes undone beneath the other boy's skilled ministrations...

With a soft gasp, Shantelle finally relaxes, head falling back against the couch with a contented sigh. "Thank you..." he murmurs breathlessly, voice hoarse from exertion. "That was amazing..."

As their lips meet in a messy, passionate kiss, Shantelle feels a shiver run down his spine at the taste of himself on Nash's tongue. He moans into the kiss, arching his hips up slightly as he tries to get closer, feeling the hard length between them pressing against him once more. It only serves as a reminder of how much more there is between them; how far they could go if they really let themselves go.

For now though, Shantelle decides to enjoy the moment; savor the closeness and intimacy shared with his boyfriend after such an intense session together... Maybe later they could explore further; push their boundaries even further. The possibilities dance across his mind like fireflies on a summer's night, promising endless adventures and incredible experiences with the one person who truly mattered: Nash Jung.

Shantelle hesitates for a moment, eyes lingering on the sight of Nash in his skimpy underwear before reluctantly allowing himself to be led into the bedroom. The anticipation of what's to come leaves him feeling breathless and lightheaded; he can barely think straight anymore as they reach the edge of the bed. He looks up at Nash, uncertainty writ large on his face despite the desire burning in his eyes, unsure if he should make the first move or wait for his boyfriend to take control...

But then again, maybe this isn't about who makes the first move anymore. Maybe it's just about them being together and enjoying every moment of it. With a soft smile, Shantelle climbs onto the bed and crawls closer to Nash, fingers tracing light patterns across his chest before finally coming to rest on the waistband of his underwear. Slowly, he tugs them downward, revealing Nash's hard length pressed against his fingertips...and he can't help but moan in appreciation at the sight.

Shantelle blushes deeply as he feels his cheeks heat up at the sound of Nash's words. "I-I love your dick," he whispers hoarsely, tracing a circle around the tip with his fingertips before leaning forward and taking it in his mouth. The salty taste of precum fills his mouth, making him moan as he begins to bob his head up and down, matching the rhythm of his own strokes on Nash's length.

It feels so good; hot and hard against his tongue... Shantelle can already feel himself growing closer to the edge once more as he devotes all his attention to pleasuring Nash, knowing that it will only make their lovemaking even better when they finally come together later on.