Drenched in Desire

The air in Eunsu's apartment was thick with heat and unspoken promises. The faint hum of the city outside faded into oblivion as Jaeho pinned Eunsu against the wall, his hands firm but reverent, like he was afraid to break something precious.

Eunsu's chest heaved, his body trembling beneath Jaeho's touch. The kiss they shared had been feral—teeth, tongues, and a clash of wills that left them both gasping. But now, as Jaeho pressed his forehead against Eunsu's, the moment shifted.

"I wasn't supposed to come here," Jaeho murmured, his voice low and rough.

"Yeah?" Eunsu whispered back, his breath ghosting over Jaeho's lips. "Then why did you?"

Jaeho's thumb brushed over Eunsu's jaw, tilting his face up slightly. Their eyes locked, and for a fleeting second, the tension between them wasn't just about lust—it was something deeper, something dangerous.

"Because I couldn't stay away," Jaeho admitted, his voice almost a growl.

The words sent a shiver down Eunsu's spine, his lips parting slightly as Jaeho's hand slid down his chest, tracing the contours of his lean body. Eunsu bit back a moan when Jaeho's fingers found his waistband again, teasing him mercilessly.

"You're full of shit," Eunsu managed to say, though his voice was shaky.

Jaeho chuckled darkly, his lips curving into a smirk. "Maybe. But you like it."

Eunsu didn't deny it. Instead, he grabbed Jaeho by the collar, pulling him into another kiss—hotter, deeper, and even more desperate than the first. Jaeho's control slipped, his hands gripping Eunsu's hips as he pressed their bodies together.

"Fuck," Eunsu gasped when Jaeho's lips left his and trailed down his neck. Jaeho's tongue flicked over the sensitive skin, and Eunsu's knees almost buckled.

"You taste like trouble," Jaeho muttered against his skin before sucking gently, leaving a mark that would bloom crimson by morning.

"And you taste like money," Eunsu shot back, his smirk faltering when Jaeho's hand slipped beneath his sweatpants again, wrapping around him with maddening precision.

"Is that a complaint?" Jaeho asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Eunsu groaned, his head falling back against the wall. "Fuck, no."

Jaeho's strokes were slow and deliberate, each movement calculated to drive Eunsu closer to the edge. Eunsu's hands clawed at Jaeho's shoulders, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his body betrayed him, arching into Jaeho's touch.

"You're beautiful like this," Jaeho murmured, his voice dark and full of heat.

Eunsu's cheeks burned, but before he could retort, Jaeho's lips claimed his again, swallowing his words.

Their bodies pressed together, the friction igniting sparks that danced along Eunsu's skin. Jaeho's free hand explored, tracing the curve of Eunsu's waist, his back, his hips. Every touch left Eunsu trembling, his control slipping further with each passing second.

"You're driving me crazy," Eunsu admitted breathlessly, his voice breaking as Jaeho's hand tightened slightly.

"That makes two of us," Jaeho growled, his lips brushing against Eunsu's ear.

Eunsu's moans filled the small apartment, raw and unrestrained. He clung to Jaeho like a lifeline, his body on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

When Eunsu finally came undone, it was with a broken cry, his body shuddering against Jaeho's. Jaeho held him through it, his movements slowing but never stopping, his lips pressing soft kisses against Eunsu's temple.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, the tension replaced by something quieter, more intimate.

Eunsu leaned heavily against Jaeho, his fingers still clutching his shirt. "You're dangerous," he muttered, his voice muffled against Jaeho's chest.

Jaeho smiled faintly, his hand brushing through Eunsu's hair. "You have no idea."