Huf huf!
Bump!
*Rustle.
- Hmm Hyun-…hmm…
Huf!
*Crush.
- Oh…
Each sound rang incredible loudly, in echoes in the numb stillness of the house, disturbing it entirely, making the presence of the sudden intruders so distinct, close to an explosion in a dead quiet place.
Huf!
Two hot breathings intertwined and untwined each other in a never-ending fight for domination and not even their stumbling into the every object on their way and knocking it down could stop it.
- Wait- hmmm-
Bump.
- Aww.
No, it seemed they actually stopped for a moment.
Jiwook was pinned between the wall and Joohoon, and he wasn't that sure what or who was harder, though he got a sore bump on his head nevertheless.
Joohoon let him down and loosened his hold on him a little, sliding his hand in Jiwook's hair.
- Does it hurt?
Jiwook squeezed his eyes for a second, but shook his head in denial.
- It's okay.
Joohoon pushed gently the younger closer and kissed the spot that he guessed, hurt. He looked then at Jiwook's face, flushed cheeks and trembling eyes looked back at him, lips deliciously red ajar and ready to be devoured. He smiled lovingly, ruffled shortly the other's hair and dropped a soft kiss on his forehead.
Why was he in such a hurry, then he had the whole night ahead of him and an entire life.
Foolish.
Maybe, but it was so hard to fight off his desire to sip in every drop of Jiwook's warmth and essence, that he could barely withhold it.
He held in for 5 long hours. His saint-like patience deserved some credit.
Yeah sure it did, but an innocent and irresistible look from Jiwook and he lost it all.
Sigh.
Joohoon scattered butterfly kisses on the younger's forehead, eyes, nose, ear, cheek, hair - tickling him and snatching lovely giggles from him. He slipped his hands around him, lifting him smoothly, effortlessly in his arms like the younger's weight was nothing but a comforting touch.
He carried him to the sofa and settled him gently on it, after which he was gone for a minute and Jiwook already got to miss his warmth. Then the elder came back, with an ice cube wrapped in a small towel, Jiwook hurried to hug him back, as if he would have waited for ages there and not for mere two minutes.
Joohoon made him lay quietly and leaned closer, one hand supported his own weight and the other held the cloth on the back of Jiwook's head.
The younger contemplated how considerate and earnest was Joohoon towards him, how his brows slightly furrowed then he was focused on something or how one naughty lock of hair was curled outward, making him look so very cute, how his thin lips were a little curled upwards at the end, which made him look like he was always smiling, and how his eyes were arched a tiny bit at the end like two crescents, giving him a genuinely kind look.
"Even his eyes are smiling."
- Oh!
He discovered a new thing about Joohoon. A small mole, almost unnoticeable at first glance. It was hiding under his right eye, at the edge, between his thick eyelashes, looking like a sneaking drop of tear.
Jiwook moved his fingertip slowly towards and carefully touched it, as if he wanted to learn and remember its exact place.
- Hm?
Joohoon looked questioning at Jiwook.
- I found your "tear".
- What?
Giggles.
- Nope. It's a secret.
Jiwook lifted his head swiftly and attached a light kiss on that mole like putting a spell on Joohoon.
"I wish for you to smile more.", prayed he and smiled again utterly pleased.
- Is that so?, and Joohoon revealed a playful smirk - I see you're enjoying yourself, while I'm having a hard time here.
- Hm? Why a hard time?, he pushed the other's hand away – I'm okay. You don't have to keep the ice anymore. It doesn't hurt.
- Very well, he brushed Jiwook's hair aside – and I didn't mean exactly that.
- Not that? What else would you-
Jiwook stopped abruptly as the obvious message finally sunk in and a deep crimson blush shaded his cheeks and ears. He instinctively brought his hand to hide it, but Joohoon didn't let him.
- Don't hide. I love this expression.
…which made Jiwook blush even more, his heart hammering against his chest.
It looked like he was really hot, so Joohoon took in happily the task of undressing him with the utmost care, no rash whatsoever. He peeled his clothes one after another so slowly and focused that it looked like he was craving a statue of wood, shelling finely the outer layers, the job too important to be done in a rush.
Though it was gentler than one would be with a national treasure, Jiwook felt like being under torture literally, the elder sliding his clothes so painfully slowly, his stare felt piercing, almost burning his skin, the elder's lingering touches just intensified that sensation and were boiling his blood mercilessly.
Huf! Huf!
- I didn't even start and you're out of breath already, grinned Joohoon very satisfied with the younger's poor state.
Why should Joohoon be the only one to "suffer"?
- Hmf.
Jiwook squeezed his eyes, a pout instead of a clear answer, cause damn he was right. His breath was heavy like he run a mile without a break.
Joohoon pinned the younger's hips with his knees on each side and straightened himself, looking from above at his prey, his eyes caught on a dangerous glint.
Contrary to how he undressed Jiwook, he snatched his upper clothes in one smooth move, threw it away and revealed a sight for which Jiwook was completely unprepared, more than that, it made his mouth painfully dry and he could just gulp a few times helplessly. His eyes, wide open, seemed to forget to blink, no wonder, as he was bestowed with a magnificent view of a perfect body sculpted with hard muscles and fair lines, drops of sweat were defining his every curve making his skin almost glowing.
Gulp.
Thump. Thump. BA-THUMP.
Jiwook's heart was first to react, while he himself had yet to overcome his momentarily paralyzing awe.
Joohoon's thumb reached the younger's lips and traced a line as if wiping something.
"Did I just drool?! OMG you're crazy Han Jiwook!"
- I guess my body is to your liking.
Jiwook covered his face with both hands right that second, but unfortunately it didn't save him from his shame. Even his hands seemed to catch his face's blush, getting just as red.
Joohoon chuckled.
He then leaned closer, right above the other's face, and moved gently his hands aside, lowering himself to whisper something, his lips carelessly brushing Jiwook's ear and hair on the way.
- Say, what do you want me to do?
God, it was so seductive and enticing that Jiwook forgot how to speak, forgot even how to think, his heart beat so loudly, as if it wanted to answer in his place.
And Joohoon just waited there damn so composed and nonchalant like he had all the patience and self-control of this world. It almost pissed Jiwook off, how even in that situation, it was just him being a mess and Joohoon stayed completely unfazed.
"Damn it all!"
- K-Kiss me more!
He didn't have to wait, Joohoon's lips already on his', sucking his air out of him with the hunger of a beast, like he wanted to eat him alive and wouldn't even blink at that.
At least for a second Jiwook was content beyond words, seeing the elder so rushing, which showed for the first time that he wasn't all that cool about it, maybe he even had the same urgency as him, but all to it, the next second he forgot everything, because Joohoon was literally making his mind blank with pleasure.
The speed was gradually slowing down, but the intensity just kept rising, as if on purpose, to make Jiwook painfully in need for more - the sweetest torture ever, and Joohoon didn't stop his kisses. He engraved kiss marks all over Jiwook's body, which was by now trembling in desire, more like he was drawing intricate red patterns on the younger's bare skin, dozens, hundreds, and still looking unsatisfied.
And Jiwook was on verge. Even crying now.
- Joo…hoon *huf p-ple…ease. *huf
His words were lost between his moans and heavy breaths, so Jiwook moved his hand and tried to stop the other, making him finally look at him. He then reached with his fingertip to Joohoon's pants, the place which was bulging visibly just with the same need as him.
- Plea…se…
Joohoon's eyes were dark with desire, his breathing no better than the other's, Jiwook's tears and pleas, his entrancing eyes - every part of him so ravishing and lovable that it was bewitching him for sure, crumbling the last pieces of his sanity and control.
Joohoon flipped his hair back with one hand, staying numb for a moment, with fingers buried in the wet strands of his hair, face flushed red and an expression that wasn't that different from Jiwook's.
Resigned, defeated even and so so needing.
- Jiwook I'm gonna crazy with you.
Jiwook's lips curled up.
Yes, he finally got to see that priceless expression he was waiting for; he would give everything he could just to see it.
- I love…your expression.
…
Joohoon blinked taken aback for a second and the next he laughed, it seemed he was caught and lost at his own game.
- Haha that's my Foxy Han for you.
With a proud and cheeky smirk, he leaned and sunk deeper in Jiwook's heat and arms.
He realized exactly why he set his eyes on Han Jiwook from the beginning.
Why he was so crazy for him.