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Johnny notices the bare skin showing where Ten's shirt is rucked up but he doesn't bother telling him or moving it himself.
He wonders, briefly, if the fans will notice, too (assuming this photo gets posted).
And then he smiles to himself because he knows they will.
The fans notice everything between them - every earnest look, every smile, every second of physical contact.
The thought of being right under their noses, implied but not explicit, sends a thrill through his body, electrified.
Because the fans will only get to see the photos… But Johnny?
Well… He has the privilege of getting to touch.
And touch he does, the moment he sets his camera down, with Ten still spread lazily on the rumpled duvet of his hotel bed as Johnny slides a hand along the small, unobscured spot on his back. He doesn't lift the shirt much at first, just holds the hem of it in place so he can leave gentle kisses along Ten’s smooth skin.
Ten hums beneath him, a sound so sweet that Johnny wishes he could record it to play it back later, when the group is done with schedules and the two of them are inevitably forced to be apart again for who knows how long.
Johnny lets his hands roam upward, pushing the shirt up to reveal more of Ten's back, his lips pressing against it with as much tenderness as time will allow for. He estimates they have another hour or two at max before they have to get ready for the group’s scheduled dinner.
“Hyung,” Ten sighs. His voice has an almost imperceptible waver to it. Almost.
“Hmm?” Johnny keeps kissing Ten’s back, savoring the way his body vibrates with each hitch of his breath under Johnny’s lips.
Ten turns himself over, letting out a cute little “oof” sound as he rearranges his body so that they’re facing each other. Johnny’s hands are on either side of Ten's body, their eyes locked.
“Kiss me,” Ten says, barely above a whisper and more of a statement than a request.
“That’s what I was doing,” Johnny teases. Ten pouts and does the little kicking of his feet that Johnny absolutely loves.
God, he's perfect.
“You know what I mean,” Ten mumbles, frowning.
Part of Johnny wishes Ten was still on his stomach so he wouldn't be able to see the coquettish grin on his face.
But it's okay. Sometimes it's more fun when Ten knows he's about to be teased.
Johnny leans in, nuzzles Ten's nose with his own, then brushes lips with him briefly, not even giving Ten enough time to react before he takes a very intentional detour to place kisses on his chin, his jaw, his cheek, his forehead, and the tip of his nose.
"Hyung!"
"What?" Johnny’s feigned confusion causes Ten to glare daggers at him.
"You know what."
"You said you wanted kisses - I'm giving you kisses."
Ten rolls his eyes. "John." Johnny fights back a chuckle. Ten only uses that name when he's annoyed with him - and Johnny finds it more endearing than he’d like to admit. "You know damn well I meant on the lips."
"Now, how would I know that without you telling me, baby?"
Even in the dimming light cast through the window from the setting sun, Johnny can see Ten's face turn a faint shade of pink at the emphasis of his last word.
Their togetherness (for lack of a better term since they haven’t given themselves an “official” title just yet) is still fresh, and pet names are still new to them.
Ten mostly sticks to either calling Johnny by name or "hyung" (which - Johnny has not yet told him - causes his stomach to swoop when it comes from Ten’s mouth, in particular).
Johnny, on the other hand, accidentally let the word “baby” slip out once, noticed how flustered it made Ten, and the rest is history.
Ten is looking away from Johnny now, attempting to regain his composure. He huffs out a breath and turns to face Johnny again with pleading eyes, his expression softened.
“Kiss my lips, please.”
Ten’s voice has softened around the edges, too. Johnny melts.
And while he may not say it right now, eventually Johnny will tell Ten how much he means to him; How he would give him anything and everything he possibly could if it meant that he would get to see Ten smile that bright smile of his - the one that makes his heart kick in his chest and his knees turn to jelly.
“All you had to do was ask, baby.”
And Johnny means it. He means every single word.
He bends down to capture Ten’s mouth, kissing him with the same tenderness as before. It starts off languid, but it doesn’t take long for it to deepen, Ten’s hands lifting up to run through Johnny’s hair and hold onto the back of his head like he’s afraid of letting go, like Johnny will disappear into the ether if he doesn’t hold on tight enough.
It stirs something within Johnny, and soon both of their mouths are open, tasting the eagerness on each other’s tongues.
He shifts their positions at some point, their lips still locked together as he arranges Ten on top of him, hands roving over the bare skin under Ten’s shirt as he straddles Johnny’s hips.
A few minutes have probably gone by the time they finally take a break to breathe, their chests heaving as their bodies try to get more oxygen into their lungs.
"Better?" Johnny asks, voice shaky.
"Much better," Ten breathes out equally shaky, nodding before diving back into action.
Johnny knows he should probably set an alarm so they have enough time to get ready, but for now he lets himself get lost in the warmth of Ten’s mouth, the way the two of them seamlessly anticipate each other’s movements, the feeling of their bodies slotting together perfectly, like two matching puzzle pieces.
The rest of the world can wait.