Wonshik's tiny apartment

@Jung Taekwoon Taekwoon responded too, to Wonshik's begging, his pleading hands, the way he teased and tugged at his lover's length, hands shaking and mouth dry at the very idea of Taekwoon's pleasure, totally blown by his own. He didn't know what he was expecting, but when Taekwoon flipped them, the angle shifted and Wonshik let out an animal hiss, eyes locking on Taekwoon's own, still pleading, like a caged beast. So aware his fate was in Taekwoon's hands. "Come to me.... " HIs hands didn't need much guiding, he couldn't stand not touching Taekwoon for even a moment. The man gave Taekwoon's hips a squeeze and pulled him in, he didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to go to fast, but he needed so much. He needed Taekwoon, and he never understood the meaning of the phrase blinding pleasure until tonight, he really could barely see. Kissing, feeling, tugging,
He'd actually tried to tone down his swearing earlier, not wanting to scare away the beautiful siren, or create a bad impression, but he was losing control, and nothing was going to stop the words that tumbled out his mouth in between groans as Taekwoon moved.
"Ohohoh.." he pulled the man in, he tried his best, he almost wanted to slow him himself but his self control was gone. Nothing was left but raw, pulsing, throbbing, seeping need. Pulling Taekwoon's chest against his own, he kissed, him. One, long, drawn out kiss. "You feel so perfect though, I-I love you. I.... love you. I'm gonna... Again... You're the most beautiful-....You're breaking me....I need you." Wonshik's hips ed back, rough but rough and loving. Passionate, Yearning. Wonshik's own face was wreaked with pleasure, the honesty of his words written across his face. He'd regret them in the morning, but they were out now and his hips were pistoning into his ....lover with as he bit, and the man's bottom lip, trying to shut himself up, trying to squeeze his eyes shut and hold on just a little longer. He clutched at Taekwoon's fingers as the man's hand reached over his own.

"A beautiful night needs no reason to be."

That was it, Wonshik whispered he was coming again at Taekwoon's words, reaching for Taekwoon, wanting to come with him, wanting that bobbing, graceful length between them to feel the same ache to resist, the same uncontrollable desire, and same shocking jolts of electricity. Wonshik's release filled and spilled out of Taewoon, stinking of Wonshik's scent, now mixed with Taekwoon's own and dripping onto his sheets.

Like the silence and ringing that comes after sudden devastation, Wonshik just stared, still for a moment, no-one home as he was lost in limbo. When he came back around, all the emotions hit him at once, and whilst he didn't cry, his heart ached as if he needed to. Relief and pleasure coming in waves as he held back, and just cupped Taekwoon's face, stroking his cheeks, saying nothing. He groaned once more as he settled, shifting and feeling his whimper inside the other man.

(2/2)

@Jung Taekwoon That answer was enough for Wonshik, who just wanted to bask in the warmth of Taekwoon's existence. He knew nothing of the story of two people once being one, but he felt it in his bones. They might look different but right now, he couldn't feel where he ended and Taekwoon began. Surely, that wasn't just the alcohol, or his 'aching breaking heart' just looking for another soul to love. When Taekwoon moaned with pleasure, he felt it in his own bones, in his soul. It felt as if the two of them had stumbled on a truth, somehow, a secret that the rest of the world could not comprehend, society with all it's judgement and pretenses, just couldn't fathom. For lack of a better word, the existence of fate.

But as whole as his soul felt, his body was screaming. Feeling Taekwoon but not being one with him was physically painful. Watching Taekwoon lose himself, and just give in to whatever this was, just too much to ask of Wonshik, who was struggling to quiet his heavy, hungry breathing. It was funny how something that made you feel so spiritual, also reduced you to your most base instincts and needs. The two of them so lost in the scent, and touch of the other. Wonshik kept starting to shudder, and stilling again, as his face flushed and pleasure ached in his body. Why were Taekwoon's moans so alluring? How was that fair, for someone to both have such a hold on him and to leave him feeling so totally lost in a sea of hazed desire.

"T-Taekwoon... Taekwoonie. " the man hissed, clutching at the other, his hands running up Taewoon's sides and pulling him in, nails dragging down his perfect skin, unmarked by tattooes and stupid scars like his own was. Wonshik knew he was thick, but he wasn't used to this tightness, and he gasped for air. His hands circled to Taekwoon's stomach as he saw something there, something he wasn't expecting. A soft little bump. It couldn't be....
It was. it was his length, as he pressed down gently and d Taekwoon's stomach, he felt the pressure on his , and choked on it, nodding and kissing the other apologetically, slowing down. His face was burning, as he pressed it to Taekwoon's cheek, keeping a achingly slow pace, steady in, gently dragging out, it was so tense, HE was so tense. There was a strange silence across the room as the fire in his stomach, his ability to hold on and not release all over again was being melted in the heat.

"F--k." he breathed, struggling to focus on anything, but trying as hard as he could to see a sight he'd never get enough of .Again, he could feel a lump in his throat and his shoulders start to shake, and he couldn't even feel embarrassed, he was emotionally wide open and totally raw, there was nothing he could hold back from Taekwoon in this moment. And Taekwoon, the angel that he was, just soothed his other half. Even if his other half was a stranger he barely knew. Even as that stranger sunk every last inch of himself inside the man.

(1/2)

@Kim Wonshik Rocking his hips down fluidly, the elder looked more like he was dancing almost than he was ing himself on Wonshik's , and god, did it feel good. The man's usually calm, porcelain still face was wrecked with pleasure, his mouth hanging open with those swollen lips framing the cavern that continued to release delicious sounds, cries of Wonshik's name echoing about the room and seeping into the wallpaper just as the scent of had. The sounds, the scent, everything was perfect. Taekwoon had himself bobbing up and down still his one hand wrapped around his own length, the other with his fingers splayed over Wonshik's, that strange mix of soothing and arousal seeping from every little gesture he was willing to show this man.

Why did it feel so good?

Taekwoon wanted to tell the man it was because they were supposed to be like this. That they had found their missing puzzle pieces and that they were bonded, fated to be like this. But how could he? Instead he smiled softly despite his flushed self, leaning in and whispering before he kissed Wonshik and himself breathless.

"A beautiful night needs no reason to be."

[part 2]

@Kim Wonshik "You... You're making me laugh." Taekwoon had replied softly. There was no kind of... humorous laughter, nothing negative, just... loving. It was as if the younger was the hope in his sunrises and the fading warmth of a sunset. How quickly one human could mean so much to another was often stated as one phenomenon, the act of finding one's soulmate. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Taekwoon was reminded of the old story about how people are brought into the world with only half of themselves and that the other half was somewhere else in the world. There was no pull or gravity between the pair, but somehow, sometimes they found each other out of luck and it seemed that Wonshik had been there, waiting to come back into the elder's life and not out of coincidence - this was their second meeting after all.

Their current doings still frowned upon by most people, on the second meeting but there was nothing shameful the elder could feel about it. Not when Wonshik made him feel so whole.

As finger after finger continued to be added to the man's entrance he sighed softly to himself, panting around the fingers that he could feel twitched within the confines of his warm, wet mouth. Considering he was the more experienced one between the two, it was so hard for Taekwoon to even keep his head on straight when this man... this stranger was so damn appealing it felt as if his heart, his mind, his soul ached to jump free from the restrictions of his own body and to join his partner's.

And it was damn well hard to keep on thinking straight when Wonshik smelled so good too.

Every time Taekwoon head would tilt back against the sheets or the slightest of movements would disturb the sheets he was left , the pitches rising as he seemed to feel so... untethered by it all. If it wasn't for Wonshik's roaming hands and needy begs then the elder surely would have lifted off, for out of all the partners he had had in his life none of them compared to this. None of them were Wonshik. And he didn't want them to be. God this was dangerous and he was going to berate himself for it later on, but now...? Now all he wanted to do was drown in this man.

"W-Won-" Taekwoon stuttered as he felt himself being filled up, a small cry coming from his lips in response to the sensation. The younger was definitely on the thicker side of things and it had the man pressing one of his palms down over the lower lines of his belly, sure enough filling the other poking at the flesh there with his length.
"Slower... P-Please-" The man begged Wonshik, his head tilted back again as the corners of his vision blurred and he felt tears welling his own eyes but for a totally different reason to Wonshik's. At least partially different.

As he was held up by Wonshik, the elder had wound his own arms around his shoulders and neck, holding onto him with his legs around his hips and waist as well, constantly trying to hitch themselves that little bit higher because it was never going to be enough for him.
"Its okay..." Even as he felt like he might burst from so much, Taekwoon had the mind to over his lover's hair, to brush over his cheeks as he had briefly seen the younger shed tears. He knew then that he was soft... sweet... precious and someone that needed protecting from the world.

And Taekwoon wanted to do just that.

With Wonshik begging for more, Taekwoon was more than happy to give it. He shifted the both of them, rolling them over in the tiny amount of space they had to do it, Wonshik with his back propped up against his pillows and with the elder in his lap.
"Here..." He whispered between the messy, heated kisses, guiding his lover's hands to his hips where he let him feel how his body moved beneath the heated, smooth flesh. With his head bowed for kisses, Taekwoon pulled up soon enough so he could let the younger feel even more of himself and keep his promise of moving on his .

[part 1]

@Jung Taekwoon Wonshik trembled as Taekwoon's legs writhed and tangled with his own, this was all so much. His heart was pounding, and he could see those three forbidden words hanging between them, begging to be spoken, but the not saying of them seemed just as potent. The words soulmate ceaselessly repeated in his head, over and over. Like a persistent whisper. He wanted to be closer still, it was one of those things. He was suddenly so aware that nothing in the world would bring them as close as he needed to be.

HIs heart leapt with joy when he heard Taekwoon laugh, he watched the laugh shimmer through his shoulders, and little kisses to the beautiful man's jaw were accompanied by small, smiling queries, "What's making you laugh, huh?" he had to know what was going through the man's mind. Just the idea of something bringing him joy made Wonshik happy too. He knew too that something had to give, and that this was going to hurt like a when it was over but right now, in the warmth and the pleasure, he wasn't about to think about any of that. Honestly he couldn't even if he wanted to, the desire was overwhelming. even as he was asking small, loving questions, he ached, and panged, /pained/ for the other man.

Wonshik in a sharp breath as Taekwoon just spread his legs, open mouthed at the very sight of him. And again, Taekwoon's beautiful just insulted the ugliness of es in general. It didn't look vulgar at all, just... crafted. Beautiful was the only word to describe it. Leaning into Taekwoon came naturally to Wonshik too. He privately thought that his first time with a man would be more fumbling and awkward moments, but becoming one with Taekwoon was so easy. Shockingly so. He'd never even had a lover who knew his body so well, nor moved as fluidly, or in tandem with his own. Right now, his body was betraying him for Taekwoon's again, he was holding himself above him and his hands are trembling, threatening to buckle under the weight of his want.

The man swallowed, his mouth dry and nodded, whimpering a little, his brow furrowed as he leaned in to his the man who was so tenderly holding his face. He was weak for this man, he had never been more vulnerable. "I..." He wanted to say something but as Taekwoon led his fingers, his mind went blank. Something about nerves, something about trying to express the intensity of this, but now there was nothing. Only the warm pleasure of Taekwoon's mouth around his finger and his own panging . He couldn't stop shaking. The man just marvelled as Taekwoon slid one of his own fingers inside, and Wonshik experimentally curled his finger, stilling, growing more confident. Then second finger up, finding something hard in the tight warmth of Taekwoon's insides. His body was growing hotter, like the fire inside him had started to roar. As if it hadn't already. By the third finger, Wonshik couldn't take it anymore. He was openly calling Taekoon's name, his eyes hazing over.
"You're so hot, and tight..." he stuttered, "It's like nothing I've ever felt before" He whispered to the other, kissing over the mark he'd left, but leaning back moments later to watch the third finger being back into Taekwoon's darkened hole. He started to rock them faster, grinding his fingers in, thinking that he could just watching this, feeling himself seep again, dripping against the other man's thigh. He never knew his fingers were so sensitive, and was almost afraid of how it would feel around him.

"Oh god..." he gasped, Taekwoon was begging him and again that rush of wanting to be one with him came crashing down, eliminating any fear of being overwhelmed. "I need you. I need you I need you." The man just crumbled, his hands running into Taekwoon's hair, pulling out of his lips, and out of his sensual little hole, only to push in with the girthy length Taekwoon had teased.
"I've never seen anything like you, I've never felt anything like this. I- I don't know how to cope with it." Taekwoon enveloped him, and every fibre of his body was screaming, he felt so good. It was so much more than , it was electricity. Like being electrocuted with pleasure. The man bucked, and whined, his fingers curling into Taekwoon, clutching him closer, bucking just small little bucks to start, but getting rougher, more needy. He wanted to cry, and started to tear up, it was overwhelming, and sheer... sheer joy and love. He wiped it away and just kissed Taekwoon hard.

"Taek..." he begged, "call for me again. Rock against me harder, Christ you're me in-", garbled half sentences fell from the man's lips until he fell silent, his trembling hands reaching for Taekwoon's length again, tugging it too, as the other had so unfairly done earlier. "Why does it feel so good..." he breathed. He arched and shivered, so close to saying those three words again.

@Kim Wonshik Splaying his fingertips over Wonshik's cheek as they embraced one another and kissed, the elder had taken a moment to tangle their legs up with one another, his lips trembling softly as the taste of himself on the other man only did more to ease him into further arousal. He was surprised and frightened by how three words lingered on his own lips and he ached so badly to let them tumble out, to tell Wonshik that he felt such undying affection and attraction to him that his whole body ached with the need for more.

Another laugh left Taekwoon's mouth as his whole face seemed to light up when he was around this man who was supposed to be a stranger, not someone that seemed to be proving more like the love of his life. Where had he been all this time? He'd thank the alcohol for warding off the more rational thoughts for now, ones where he would be reminded of how he really couldn't have this forever, or really, at all. But for now, for now Taekwoon was drunk on Wonshik's presence and he wasn't going to let a single moment slip through his fingers.

As he was kissed once more, the elder more than happily returned the kiss, the apples of his own cheeks warming whenever Wonshik proved himself to be a well suited kisser. It made the elder wonder what it would feel like to have Wonshik's tongue right his name against his skin... Blinking rapidly as he realised that mouth was speaking to him, Taekwoon caught on to what the man was getting at, his legs spreading with ease and without him even having to think about doing it. It just... came so naturally. Sure Taekwoon had slept with his air share of partners, but it was always a little... clunky with strangers. He couldn't say the same for this long lost familiar ghost in his arms.

"You can have it. Me. You can have all of me... Together." Taekwoon had cupped his partner's face in his hands as he spoke to him, even as he was rocking against him he was smiling so tenderly it was as if they could have been anywhere else secluded, fully clothed and he'd never look this gentle again. But he couldn't ignore his own needs, nor Wonshik's hardening length pressing up firmer against him still.

He'd found the lube soon enough with the younger's help, scooting onto his back a little more whilst his soft black hair seemed to splay above his head in some kind of reversed, or darkened halo. Taekwoon guided the man's hands, both of them slicked over with their fingers as he held his other hand in his own.
"Like this..." His head tilting back, the man's neck arched and seemed to showcase that bruise Wonshik had left, moving as such because of the way he guided the man's digit to circle around his entrance, press against it before he let him slide his first eager digit inside. Another had soon followed as Taekwoon didn't know how much patience either of them had in actuality.

Distracting himself from the slight discomfort he never grew used to, the elder had brought Wonshik's hand to his mouth, and like before he pressed a couple of his fingers inside his mouth, resting between the plump warmth of his lips. Twitching as he was stretched and still guided his partner, Taekwoon moaned around the man's fingers whilst his tongue laved right down to his knuckles, his eyes on the younger as the third digit had joined the first two soon enough.
"Wonshik..." Taekwoon had called, rocking his hips down for Wonshik to feel what was to come, to just imagine the heat wrapped around his instead and how it would him in, hug his length each time he would drag himself back out.

"Give it to me... G-Give it to me, Wonshik. Here." Reaching between his own legs that quaked with wanton need, the ends of Taekwoon's hair had even begun to stick to his skin that was covered in sweat, teeth nipping at the younger's fingers, proceeded with kisses as he held his partner's weighty in his palm, giving it a few firm tugs.
"Yes..." Taekwoon breathed, having nudged the tip of the blunt against his entrance that gaped at the cool air, clearly wishing to have something SO much more satisfying within. And now.
"Please- Please, Won..." Perhaps it was too early for nicknames, but these two seemed to have thrown all other precautions out the window by now.

What was one more?

@Jung Taekwoon Stroking each other's hair and soothing each other seemed to come naturally to the two. It was actually very hard to resist being loving, to love Taekwoon and feel loved by him. Both of them were hurting and feeling in need of soothing and it made them all the more vulnerable to the potency of their attraction. Wonshik did feel soothed. He felt like Taekwoon wasn't judging him on his lack of experience, just happy to be physically with him, however that came, and aching as much as Wonshik was.

Encouraged by the cry, and even aroused by it and the soft smiles breaking the facade of marble stoicism the man seemed to project to the rest of the world, Wonshik was merciless as he loved every little millimeter of the man's length, using his hands too, dragging his nails down Taekwoon's chest, tugging, cupping and massaging his balls, even the twitching little hole behind as his length twitched back into life and ached for it, for him. Addicted to the sound of Taekwoon's arousal, and the taste filling his mouth and throat, he let his eyes falls shut, experiencing the feeling of it, the sounds, not missing Taekwoon's teary eyes as he shivered and moaned.

Carried away, and gorging himself on Taekwoon's delicious length, Wonshik wasn't quite prepared for him to release, but man was it a fantastic surprise. Suddenly his mouth was full of the man, dripping even, and he swallowed it without a thought, hungry for more after. It tasted strange, but familiar. Sating some basic need inside the man, and arousing another. He kissed the head affectionately and nuzzled Taekwoon's still trembling thighs, laughing as he wiped his lips a little and looked up at the irresistible man above him. "You better not be, I'm not." He was still laughing when the man cupped his face and pulled him up again, kissing him like he didn't taste of Taekwoon's release. He was getting used to kissing Taekwoon. The feel of his lips, the way he felt giddy every. single. time. and that shock of arousal. He pressed a little harder, played a little more now, tugging at his thicker bottom lip and mewling against him. No matter how many times they kissed there was so much more he wanted to taste of even just the other's mouth. his fingers curled and tugged at Taekwoon's soft, dark locks.
"Nah, it was like a surprise party in my mouth, wouldn't have it any other way." he joked, nuzzling his nose against the other's. And then he panged again, that ache in his stomach reminded him that it wasn't sated, that his slowly hardening wasn't going to be ignored, nor it's loud demands.

Wonshik again, tested the waters, kissing him again, letting their heartbeats tick together, letting Taekwoon feel the aching and wanton need the other still held. He slowly moved atop Taekwoon again, spreading his legs gently, so that if Taekwoon wanted to resist, he could do so easily. "I... Still need more. Cheeky I know, but I do. The lube's by the bedside and I can take a good guess at how to get started, but if you want more.... I want to-" he was struggling to say it, for whatever reason. Moments ago, he'd swallowed this man's , was this really the time to be getting shy?

Taekwoon's fingers carding through his hair just made him moan again. He couldn't help it, the kisses and encouragements, he whispered back how beautiful Taekwoon was, how alluring. Even how delicious. Because he was, he was really, really delicious. Addictive even. But he wasn't going to let that distract him from asking as he gently started to rock against the man, hardening fully again "I want to be inside of you.... I /need/ to be inside of you" he looked into those gentle, loving eyes and furrowed his brow trying not to let the heated, revealing breath escape from his lips and failing, he was already shaking with want. Even stretching Taekwoon was going to be a test of self control, but even the idea of his fingers inside the man was enough to make him want to again.

@Kim Wonshik As Wonshik came against his stomach and painted his skin, the elder couldn't seem to mind a single bit. He in fact watched fondly and brushed his fingertips over the man's knuckles to reassure him that little bit more. He'd leaned up, meaning to kiss him but instead had the younger collapsing against him. So Taekwoon did the only thing he could. He held his partner so... lovingly, gently to him as he carded his fingers through those dark strands of hair, kissing his shoulder even when he was left wincing at Wonshik's lips at his neck.

"Its okay... Wonshik, its okay." He was in no position to be telling the other man that he actually found it a fine mix of cute and arousing, the way he couldn't hold himself off any more and quite rightly like a teenager having their first time couldn't control himself. Taekwoon was even smiling and good god, did he look stunning. What with his slightly mussed hair, the haze over his eyes and the slight swelling to his lips from the kisses he had been sharing with his partner of the night - he looked like a picture, and Wonshik had just signed it with the bruise forming over his neck.

Taekwoon thinking of himself like that, a painting for the other man, marked from his tummy to his neck and to no doubt more parts of him... he was fine with this, happy even to think of himself as such. His head was tilted back as the man slipped down his body, inch by inch... and he left no part of him feeling left out or unloved- yes... loved. Somewhere between falling down the rabbit hole together and now enjoying one another's bodies, but also loving one another the way perhaps others had failed and instead left them feeling more empty in the end than good.

But Wonshik was so different-
"Ah!" Retracting his hand from Wonshik's hair, Taekwoon covered his mouth in a feeble attempt to smother the cry that had bubbled forth followed by another moan. Body arching up, he whimpered as tears had filled his eyes now, his chest rising and falling in some unknown rhythm whilst stars blinded him behind his eyelids.
"Won... Wonshik- Wonshik!" Came another cry, no amount of trying to hide it helping though as Taekwoon proved to have a powerful set of vocals on him, the younger's name echoing about his own skull and bouncing off the walls that he had wondered if they would wreak like as well by the time they were done.

It wasn't long after that that Taekwoon had given in to his own release, his body arching up as he clawed at the sheets beneath him, hands finally settling on his partner's bared shoulders where he dug his nails into his skin, biting down there and knowing he'd have to apologise later. But for now. For now Taekwoon came so hard he was left shaking as he had coiled in on himself slightly, shakes rushing down those strong thighs of his whilst he had panted a quick, if mumbled, apology.
"I'm sorry- W-Wonshik I'm... I'm really not sorry." Taekwoon laughed breathlessly with an arm draped over his face.

He'd sat up a moment later, cupping Wonshik's face and tugging him in closer against him, bringing him up onto the sheets for a moment as they both seemed to be catching their breaths.
"I should have warned you but..." Trailing off once more, Taekwoon brought those finely crafted lips against the one pair he seemed unable to quite get enough of. Kissing him feverishly, he let his eyelids fall closed, hands carding through the man's hair as he whispered how well he had done, that he felt... amazing and if that was his first time with a guy, that he should be proud.

As much as he still ached, Taekwoon, he wasn't sure if his partner was or if he could ask him for more. But he waited, listening to their heartbeats seemingly even ticking together in a strange kind of tandem.

@Jung Taekwoon It was too late, the combination of small little whimpers, the alcohol, Taekwoon soft, smooth hands and watching his own trickle off the man and onto his sheets, Wonshik couldn't hold it any longer. The sound of his name rolling off the other man's tongue was playing on his head on repeat. He'd been hard for way too long. "Taekwoon... Oh god no, I can't-" The man, like a teenage kid having his first experience, accidentally toppled over, shuddering against Taekwoon lips and tensing up. He hadn't realised how much he'd milked out of himself, almost dry ing and spluttering what little remained out. His face flushed red with embarrassment, and want and he buried his whimpering, whining face into the crook of Taekwoon's neck, biting and the sweet skin there. So much for a seamless first time with a man, he thought. But the want was still there, almost unaltered by releasing just once. He needed Taekwoon everywhere, every part of him. He released and gazed approvingly at the forming mark.

He whispered, "I'll make it up to you.", pleadingly. Peppering Taekwoon's jaw, neck and chest with kisses, sliding down and down. Off the end of the bed, and onto his knees. His hands didn't stop, his just sliding out of the grasp as he tightened his hand around Taekwoon, upping the pressure, pulling a little harder. The way he liked it. He wasn't sure if Taekwoon did, but his only reference was himself, and he was going to use it to the fullest of his abilities. HIs eyes trained back on Taekwoon's own beautiful black eyes and gratefully, adoringly wrapped his lips around that pristine , cleaning it of his own release, kissing it, and stroking it, experimenting and adoring this part of his ethereal bedmate. His free hand gently tugged Taekwoon's hand off his own and into his free one, giving it a gentle, but needy squeeze. He needed reassurance this felt good. Still reeling from his own release, the man wasn't sure he could stand back up yet and not fall back down.

Unsurprisingly, Taekwoon's length was as delicious as the rest of him. That all-consuming hunger flared up again, and Wonshik wanted it deeper. He wanted to make the other man feel good, but couldn't explain this urge to all of Taekwoon's length down into his mouth, down his throat. He tested the waters, his hand leaving the security of his bedmate's hand and going for the other's hip, squeezing as he lowered his lips and hollowed his cheeks, bobbing a little further each time, his little tongue snaking up and down the seam of Taekwoon's underside.

(Part 2)

@Jung Taekwoon The dimly lit room reaked of , and they'd barely gotten started, of sweat and and pheromones. It lay heavy in the warm air, Wonshik still adjusting to the new temperature as they'd run in so fast. Even outside, he couldn't have said he registered the cold at all, with the heat his lover-, no Taekwoon, caused him to emit. It was so hard not to get carried away, this was a one night thing, a hook up. Wonshik couldn't persuade himself either. Nor did he currently have the brain capacity to ponder over it right now. Taekwoon was literally beneath him. He would be embarrassed at the fact he hadn't changed his sheets this week,but Taekwoon's moan said the other man didn't mind in the slightest.

His mouth was dry and he instinctively d the other man's cheek as he leaned in. It was so so hard to pretend this wasn't going to be so much more. They were kidding themselves, poorly, and he had no doubt they'd try to fool themselves after this, but how could anyone resist this? It was a drug. And one unlike Wonshik had ever heard of before.

When he'd begged, he didn't know what he was expecting, he was just so overwhelmed and so desperate. But Taekwoon's reassuring hands seemed to understand what he was saying even if he didn't. It also told him that it definitely wasn't Taekwoon's first time with a man and reassured him with more love than the younger felt he deserved. He felt wrapped in it, in the bliss of teasing fingers and tender . Wonshik let out a sigh of relief, but another whimper shortly after. Taekwoon's hand over his own, Taekwoon even this close to touching him was all too much. Lewd slicking sounds rhythmic and strangely beautiful, the drunken Wonshik knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He had a fast recovery time, but he couldn't wait until he could get it up again, he needed to be one with Taekwoon. NEEDED. This just....wasn't close enough. It was enough to drive him insane, but it wasn't close enough. The kiss was closer, and suggesting something he previously would have considered so...so entirely out of the question before meeting Taekwoon by the river, he moaned against his soulmate's lips. Stroking up and down Taekwoon's thigh, he whispered, "More... I need you, all of you. ALL"
(Part1)

@Kim Wonshik Wonshik? He liked that... He liked it a lot and he couldn't wait to-
"Wonshik..." The moan came quicker than anticipated, the man letting his head tilt back as he could feel the other man's feverish kisses spreading all over his body in return, his equally eager hands groping over him to get as much more of his skin as he could. Taekwoon would have been lying if he said he didn't like the feeling, the neediness someone, a complete stranger now had for him. He'd respond with soft 'I'm here's and 'Its okay' to the younger being, seeing how he was becoming almost irrational with the way he was hot under the collar for every inch of flesh he could put his own claim to.

Just for a night. Just one night...

Taekwoon knew he was lying to himself when he heard those words, but he wanted to believe he could have the restraint to believe in such things. Man, who was he kidding? As he was stripped down to what felt like more than just his clothes, down to his bone, the man had let his eyelids flutter in response, each kiss as intoxicating as the last. Of course he had helped o strip Wonshik as well, wanting him as close as he could get him before he smiled when he was told to lay back, nodding his head in response as he had done so quite quickly. Laying himself down against the welcoming softness of the duvet beneath him, a moan ripping from his lips as the action had sent the other man's scent rushing up from the sheets and into his senses.

Pupils blown by this point, the elder leaned up on his elbows, legs spread and hooked over the other man's legs as he watched him quietly, his stomach tensing not just when their lengths were held against one another's but when he could see, FEEL Wonshik leaking over his toned tummy already. Like a lover who hadn't seen their mate in so many years, Taekwoon all too naturally leaned into his partner's hand, pressing the apple of his cheek into his palm before he would turn his face and kiss at his thumb, tongue briefly welcoming it into the slick warmth of his mouth.

It was Wonshik's pleading that had him looking over quietly, giving a small understanding smile as Wonshik, whilst eager and as heated as he was, seemed to need just a little bit more... And who was Taekwoon to deny him that? As the younger pushed Taekwoon's hair back from his face and still received kisses to his palm, the elder had brushed one of his hands down his partner's chest, the other gently landing over the hand enveloping their lengths together.
"Wonshik, look at me. Me... right here." Tipping the man's face down a little more, those sharp eyes met the younger's own... softer, kinder, warmer ones.

Taking control of their hands, Taekwoon guided his partner's already more than capable hand, but it was the feeling of their fingertips brushing over one another, knuckles grazed and the slick sounds coming from the minimal space between their bodies was enough to drive anyone insane. With a very safe feeling arm wrapping around Wonshik's neck and shoulders, the elder had brought him in for another kiss, the little flat filled with the sounds one might expect from fated lovers, strangers exploring one another and nor shame, no judging mixed in with it.

Just raw, raw attraction that neither man could really complain about.

@Jung Taekwoon "Wonshik" the man hissed with arousal, scrambling out of his own clothes, dying to feel Taekwoon's skin against his own. He was drunk, and as a cat in heat, he stumbled and stuttered a little, but he wasn't going to deny Taekwoon's demands. His met the cool air and winded him again. The whole apartment went from feeling like a hovel to a home with Taekwoon in it. And Wonshik wanted that too, wanted Taekwoon to make him whole again. A big ask, but something that this spark said he could do. This aching emptiness inside him, his stomach was twisting itself into heated knots. "My name is Wonshik. Keep that promise, I want to hear you moan it so loud my neighbours can hear you...." He could barely breath as he came up from kisses, ling Taekwoon's tongue as they settled on the bed, the thick, soft duvet below them feeling, as always, like a welcoming cloud of warmth. He didn't know what he was doing, but didn't care. He didn't have time for specifics, he needed Taekwoon now. /NOW/. He did all he could to tear the remaining expensive clothes off of the man.

"I need..." the man started, gulping as he saw the absolute beauty that was Taekwoon's length, Taekwoon's body, his marble skin. But man.... Wonshik had always thought that were just an ugly part of the body. Something like an elbow, that just... was. The standing member put that opinion to shame. Wonshik wanted it everywhere all at once, in his mouth, in his , in his hand and between his thighs. He wanted to be inside Taekwoon too, and his brain practically short-fused with the possibilities. Cupping the man's face, he kissed him again, long, hard, wanton. HIs hands sliding down those broad shoulders, his back, as Taekwoon sat. "I need you. Lay back." His hands circled from Taekwoon's lower back to the front, up and down his chest. He was having to slow the pace because he was already whimpering, his seeping in a way it hadn't since he was a teen. Scratch that, ever. He had never been this . Threatening to release without being touched at all. It was so hard it hurt, his balls ached, his entire body was screaming to have every inch of Taekwoon all at once.

Pressing their lengths together, Wonshik's broad hand wrapped around them both. He knew where the lube was, but he needed to palm some of this off first, he couldn't think straight. He bucked desperately into his own fist, kissing Taekwoon's neck, crying out at the pleasure and pain of it, at the heat coming off of the man beneath him. He could feel himself milking his own , trickling onto Taekwoon's stomach. He gently pulled Taekwoon's legs over his knees so he could balance and use his other hand. To cup Taekwoon's face, to pull those dark black locks. But this wasn't enough, he was breathless.

"More, Taekwoon... I need more." His face was flushed, his plea almost apologetic, back arching with every time his aching trickled more onto the beautiful man's stomach.
(part 2)

@Jung Taekwoon The elevator was a whole new problem, a small enclosed and momentarily private space, Wonshik couldn't resist grabbing Taekwoon's , pulling him close, and peppering him in small, heated, kisses. Crotch to crotch, hands roaming in between floors, and absolutely no shame as his neighbours looked either with horror or victorious "I called it" expressions. He'd pay for this in the morning, but right now, he couldn't care less. This was one step short of ing Taekwoon over the bar, and the rest of the world was just going to have to deal with it as a compromise. They could see him spring apart from the man, but they couldn't stop him from springing back each time those doors closed. If that was meant to be, why couldn't he resist? When Taekwoon's hand palmed over the small of his back, he thought he was going to release right there, his eyes rolled back and lids closed. Taekwoon wouldn't be the only one that was moments away from needing the drycleaners.

It briefly crossed the man's mind that Taekwoon is someone that , even as a man, Wonshik would consider totally out of his own league. Not just as a lover, but as a friend, and if it wasn't for the chemistry between them, he'd be embarrassed about the state of his living conditions too. But heady and drunk on Taekwoon (maybe a little soju too), he was only grateful his apartment was near the elevator doors. It was a blessing. His tiny hobbit hole.

They tumbled into the place, almost breaking down the door in the process, but Wonshik managed to lock it behind them. He gave Taekwoon a slightly cocky, adrenaline-fueled smirk and put his hand on his chest, he was going to push Taekwoon towards the bed, but the man didn't give him the chance, kissing his jawline and making his own knees betray him and tremble. His hand instead tightened around Taekwoon's shirt, the ed, pure cotton fabric. his other quickly moved to Taekwoon's hair, as the man saw only stars. he was hot, how dare he say something like that.

(part 1)

@Kim Wonshik Those sounds were far from fair if you asked Taekwoon. They made a warmth pool in the pit of his stomach, one far too close to the dragging sensation one tends to feel when close to release, making the elder shift a little as he hoped they would arrive sooner rather than later before his pants would need a deep clean. Clearing his throat softly, he was stunned to feel Wonshik's hand brush over his crotch, his hips jerking forward and making his steps along the pavement become uneven, causing him to lean against the taller man a little bit more.

His mumbled apology was snuffed out as he was kissed suddenly, pressed up heatedly against a wall and his own breaths coming out in heated little pants. Puffs of condensation rose in the air between the two men, making Taekwoon feel even headier than before, his fingers curling tighter around his partner's hand that seemed to feel so inexplicably right within his own.

It was almost like hurried teenagers with the way they rushed up to the right flat number, the elevator right full of more heated kisses, the pair barely springing apart in time each time the doors would ding open and a curious, dubious looking guest would show up. Taekwoon even dared to reach his hand over at one point, brushing his palm over the man's lower back, finding a hold over that thin shirt and gripping at it gently, massaging the flesh beneath his palm.

Thankfully they were tripping into the tiny apartment in no time at all after that, Wonshik letting them in and there was little to no time to admire the things around his home. Instead, the elder was pulling his suit jacket off, the man looking rather out of place considering how well dressed he was, overdressed for this kind of cosy place. And... overdressed for other, more aching reasons. ing his shirt with one hand, Taekwoon's other hand was at the back of the other man's head, gliding his tapered fingers amongst his dark locks and curling amongst them to give a soft tug.

"Tell me your name... I want to feel it's weight on my tongue as I moan it out for you." Taekwoon whispered between kisses, his mouth leaving riddled little kisses along his jawline and down to his throat. With his own shirt hanging off of his broad shoulders, the elder tugged at Wonshik's own clothing, demanding for it to be off and now. The bed was small, cute, homely... safe. Everything Taekwoon wished for, seemingly perfect as he had brought the pair over to it, the apartment small enough for him to find it with ease.
"Tell me..." He'd begged, giving a small nip to his partner's lower lip.

As if he could resist.