There’s a squeak that leaves the ravenette’s lips when he stops at the doorway, just before colliding with Leon’s chest for the second time, and dark brown eyes widen in shock. Breathing out slowly, he whimpers a little, biting down on his lower lip. The fact that the elder is as graceful and quick as he is, is just a little bit of a turn on, but Kibum presses the though back, breathing quick and shallow, feet shuffling backwards to keep from falling over — or potentially running into that glorious chest again. Swallowing thickly, he shimmies slightly, and bites down on his lower lip again, looking anywhere but Leon for the moment. “I have food! In the oven!” Breathing out heavily, he glances up at the crusnik and then deflates, cheeks puffing out before he’s shimmying himself a little, toes brushing together. His free hand moves to tug up the thigh of one of his socks, and he flushes away, whining as he looks away, messy black hair falling over his eyes. “I-I’m sorry…. I just wanted to smell like you…” He pouts slightly, and tugs at the end of the sweater, crossing his legs together at the thighs, because he remembers once again what the other walked into. Eyes widen, and he clears his throat, looking down at the floor again. “I-I didn’t think you were gonna be home so soon o-or I would’ve— put on underwear…”
As the squeak leaves Kibum’s lips he grins. Because this is as amusing as anything could possibly be. Because the younger is indeed extremely adorable when he gets shy and Leon basks in it, in the way he reacts to everything he does. He watches every move Kibum makes, grin growing wider as he steps back. “ If you had food in the oven I would have smelled it, I don’t. ” He states as he moves forward a bit, following the male’s steps. The the apology tumbles from sweet lips and Leon’s head tips to the side in an instant, eyelids fluttering quickly. “ Don’t apologize Kibum, please. ” He uttered, voice gentle as he moved up close to trail a finger down along the younger male’s neck. “ I never said I disliked this did I?” He asks, quirking a brow as he lets a hum vibrate between his lips. He’s close now, so very close and he sneaks his arms around a slim waist, hoisting the male up just a bit, to carry him across polished flooring, sitting down on the sofa with the male in his lap.