Taesan closes the distance first.
There is no hesitation in him this time. His hands find Jaewon's collar and pull him forward, and then his lips are on his, fierce and unrestrained. The kiss lands like a confession spoken too late and all at once. It is heat and hunger and two years of restraint snapping in a single breath.
Jaewon barely has time to inhale before he is kissing him back just as hard.
It is not gentle. It is not careful. It is the kind of kiss born from silence that lasted too long, from nights spent pretending not to miss the other. Jaewon's fingers slide into Taesan's hair, gripping, holding him there as if he might disappear again. He pours everything into it. The regret. The longing. The nights he replayed old memories instead of sleeping. His heart pounds violently against his ribs, and he is certain Taesan can feel it where their chests collide.
The world narrows to warmth and breath and the unmistakable taste of someone he has wanted for far too long.
Jaewon's hands move almost instinctively, sliding from Taesan's shoulders down his back, mapping the familiar lines of him with reverent urgency. He pulls him closer, closer still, until there is no space left between them. When Taesan shifts forward, Jaewon guides him onto his lap without breaking the kiss, his grip firm, possessive in a way he has never allowed himself to be before.
Taesan makes a quiet sound against his mouth, half surprise, half approval.
Their kiss deepens. Slows. Then flares again.
Jaewon's fingers slip beneath the edge of Taesan's shirt, brushing warm skin. The contact sends a visible shiver through Taesan, his breath hitching sharply. For a second they part, foreheads touching, both breathing hard, eyes dark and searching.
There is a question there.
Jaewon answers it by kissing him again.
This time slower. Intentional.
Taesan's hands move to the buttons of Jaewon's shirt, working them open with impatient fingers. The air feels charged, thick with anticipation. Jaewon helps him without thinking, shrugging the fabric from his shoulders. Cool air meets heated skin, and Taesan's gaze lingers for a moment, unapologetically hungry.
Jaewon swallows at the look in his eyes.
"You're staring," he murmurs, voice rough.
"I'm allowed," Taesan replies softly, hands sliding over his bare chest. His touch is exploratory at first, almost cautious, as if reacquainting himself with something once familiar. Then it grows firmer, more certain. His palms glide over warm skin, fingertips tracing the subtle rise and fall of muscle, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Jaewon exhales sharply when Taesan's hands move lower, his head tipping back slightly.
Two years. Two years of pretending he did not crave this.
He pulls Taesan's shirt open next, fumbling only slightly before pushing it from his shoulders. The sight of him bare beneath the lamplight steals the air from Jaewon's lungs. His hands roam without restraint now, over smooth skin and the steady beat of Taesan's pulse at his throat.
Taesan leans into his touch, eyes half-lidded, breath uneven.
"Two years," Jaewon whispers against his mouth, voice trembling despite the heat between them. "Do you know how long I've thought about this?"
Taesan's fingers tighten slightly at his waist.
"I know," he answers, just as unsteady. "Because I did the same."
The confession lands heavier than the kiss.
Jaewon stills for a moment, pressing his forehead to Taesan's, both of them trying to steady their breathing. Their noses brush. Their breaths mingle. The intensity softens into something deeper, something almost fragile.
Taesan lifts his hands to cradle Jaewon's face, thumbs brushing slowly over his cheeks as if memorizing him all over again.
"I hated how much I missed you," Taesan admits quietly. "Even when I told myself I shouldn't."
Jaewon's chest tightens. He turns his head slightly, kissing the inside of Taesan's palm. "I never stopped," he says. "Not once."
The words hang between them, intimate and unguarded.
Then Taesan kisses him again, slower this time, but no less consuming. It is not just heat now. It is affection. It is forgiveness. It is a promise neither of them dares to say aloud. Jaewon holds him firmly against him, feeling the warmth of his body, the reality of him.
Taesan's lips curve into a tentative smile, his eyes meeting Jaewon's with a mixture of longing and vulnerability.
Jaewon presses a gentle kiss to Taesan's forehead, then his temple, before returning to his lips. This time, the kiss is slower, deeper—a connection that goes beyond passion, rewriting all the moments they had lost. Each touch, each breath, seems to erase their regrets, leaving only the present.
Their clothes are scattered across the floor. Jaewon hovers over Taesan, his lips claiming his in a ravenous kiss. His tongue explores every inch of Taesan's mouth with relentless passion, the room echoing with the sound of slurping tongues.
"Hyung...you are already leaking; look at your dick." Jaewon gives a sly smile.
Taesan hides his face in shame and says, "Stop talking. The reason for that is you.
"Oh really, hyung, then how about I..." After trailing down, Jaewon's hand grasps Taesan's cock and begins to stroke it.
"Hngh...Jae...hngh." Taesan puts his hands around Jaewon's neck and gives him a passionate kiss when their lips meet.
Jaewon's fingers trail down to Taesan's hole, slowly rubbing the rim. "You are pulsating already."
"Shut up, just put them inside," Taesan blushes.
"Eager, huh?" Jaewon inserts his two fingers, moving them in and out with a steady rhythm.
He drags his lips along, savoring Taesan's nipples with each delightful suck and slow bite, leaving teeth marks. His fingers gradually delve deeper, providing Taesan with immense pleasure as they stimulate his prostate.
"Hnghh...ahhh f-fuckkk fuck... hngh Jae...hn." Taesan lets out a soft moan, his back arching as he clutches Jaewon's hair tightly.
"You're feeling great, aren't you? Hyung... I want to hear you moan my name..." Jaewon says with a sultry tone, quickening his fingerings.
"YEAHHHHH...JAE...HNGHHHHH!!!!" A seductive sigh slips from Taesan's mouth. "Jae...I think I'm...prepared...go ahead and put it in..."
"No protection?" Jaewon asks, pushing his wet hair back.
Taesan, still as red as a ripe tomato, boldly declared, "I want you to fill me up so much that I'm practically dripping in your cum!"
Jaewon's eyes sparkle with mischief as he leans in to kiss Taesan, whispering, "I have a thing for this cheeky Hyung. You better be ready. I might go a bit harder."
Jaewon leans down, his tongue teasingly gliding over Taesan's hole, savoring each luscious flavor as he takes a deep, satisfying lick. "Mmm... Yum..." he murmurs, slurping with delight.
Taesan lets out a steamy moan, his body arching in delight as he whispers, "Jaewon... oh, just a little more... it feels so good."
"Oh, absolutely," he just dives right in with that tongue of his.
"Fuckkkk...hnghh..."
"I'm feeling incredibly aroused, and all I can think about is being deep inside you," Jaewon gazes at Taesan with a fuming intensity.
Taesan elegantly raises his legs, resting them upon Jaewon's shoulder, a playful smirk gracing his lips. "You know, my hole is quite prepared to welcome your junior, Jae."
Jaewon gently brushes his fingers against Taesan's flushed cheeks, a soft smile gracing his lips. "Your cheeks are so warm and beautifully rosy," he murmurs before placing a tender kiss on them. "I could lose myself in kissing them forever."
"You've always been so cheeky, and now look at you—all soft and sweet and lovey-dovey," Taesan chuckles, his laughter light and teasing.
Jaewon expertly maneuvers, his hands exploring Taesan's form as he caresses his ass, aligning himself at Taesan's hole. With a deliberate and tantalizing motion, he glides inside, eliciting a wave of ecstasy from Taesan, all the while capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
"Ahhhh, hng....feels good."
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