The elevator doors closed, and for a long moment Inguk and Jaehyun were sealed in their own world of hushed sound. The soft hum of the machine was the only sound, punctuated by the rhythmic ticking of the clock above the control panel. Inguk stood still, his eyes following the illuminated numbers on the indicator for each level they passed to get further up to Jaehyun's apartment. It had been a whirlwind of a day. The photoshoot was such an exhilarating mixture of artistic vision and commercial appeal. The interview was a playful sparring match of wit and charm between the two. The energy on set had been electric, everyone on the team was satisfied with the production. Jaehyun, in particular, had been a flourishing force of nature, his charisma threw light on every frame. Inguk glanced to his side; usually, his best friend would be winding down by now with his eyes already half-closed, a silent plea for the sanctuary of his own home. But today, there was a different gleam in his eyes, a lively energy that was both surprising and intoxicating. It was no wonder that Inguk did not hesitate when Jaehyun suggested he should come over, with the promise of a special wine to share.
Jaehyun’s apartment was a haven of muted tones and soft textures, a perfect reflection of his aesthetic. Inguk found himself smiling so naturally when Jaehyun unknowingly moderated his voice to the softest frequency, echoing through the space as he called out for Anjoo. The cat, a lovely Scottish fold, emerged from a shadowy corner, his copper eyes blinking slowly. Anjoo immediately ran up to rub his head against Jaehyun’s leg, a purr rumbling like an enthusiastic greeting. Then, the cat glanced up at Inguk, the warm expression turned into something indifferent, and the next thing he did was returning to his previous spot and curling up into a contented ball.
“Anjoo might never warm up to you, huh?” Jaehyun teased, amusem*nt was evident in his tone.
“He can’t understand my charm yet,” Inguk chuckled, “Brat.”
Jaehyun let out a laugh, sincere and inviting. He disappeared into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a sleek, red wine bottle and two refined glasses. The bottle gleamed in the mellifluous amber light, promising a pleasing fulfillment.
"You know, I’ve been saving this bottle for a special occasion," Jaehyun said, much anticipation in his words, while handing Inguk a glass filled with deep, ruby-colored liquid. "Thought it would be cut out for a day like today."
“Absolutely,” Inguk raised his glass, content with the clinking sound of his glass against the other’s. They took a sip, the rich, velvety wine warming their throats.
"It was a good day," Jaehyun admitted, his gaze drifting towards the large windows. The city lights seemed to shimmer and dance in a mesmerizing display.
Inguk nodded in a silent agreement, joining him on the couch. From this angle, Jaehyun looked less like the model with mesmerizing stares and splendid expressions. His hair was a little damp from the gel and sweat from the styling; and he had changed into a casual outfit after the shoot – a free-size Tony Hawk hazel wood T-shirt, with a pair of light-wash jeans. He looked surprisingly ordinary. No, that wasn't right because there had never been a day Inguk didn’t think Jaehyun was the definition of a looker. His appeal was still apparent, but it had transformed. It was softer now, warmer, with a youthful charm that was utterly captivating to Inguk’s eyes. He watched Jaehyun rest his free hand on the plush cushion between them, the inaudible rhythm of his fingers on the fluffy surface somehow feebly stirred his stomach, successfully pulling him back to the physical and emotional gratification that seeped through his psyche on set. And it was the second one of those slender fingers loosely curled up in his dangling dainty necklace for the final shoot. They were still sitting side by side, just as they are now, but when Inguk turned to look at the side profile of his best friend, all he saw was the defined arched eyebrow, the nose bridge that seemed to cast a shadow of perfection, and a half smirk that sent off a quiet invitation. Not a single second passed by did Jaehyun’s finger touch the skin of Inguk’s neckline, yet an otherworldly sensation roused up, burning through his throat and going straight to his heart.
If he dares to admit, and he might because what’s there to lose anymore, right? This is Jaehyun, the man who has men and women gaped in awe at his divine elegance and overflowing magnetism, and Inguk was the lucky one to see him through and through in the past decade. He knew the Jaehyun no one else did, the Jaehyun behind the polished facade. The one who laughed too loudly when he was puzzled by the situation he put himself into, whose eyes held a storm of emotions during deep thought. And in rarer times, Inguk had also seen the other’s vulnerability hidden beneath layers of confidence.
So, he fell. Hard. It must have happened somewhere along the twelve years of their friendship, a slow, cunning descent into a world where Jaehyun was much more than just a best friend. Those drunken calls on random Tuesday nights, where Jaehyun’s voice would slur between “I miss you, Guk-ah.” and “When will you come back from filming?”, had become a familiar rhythm to Inguk's life. It was a little too natural for him for him to throw on a jacket and hop on his motorbike, picking Jaehyun up from his apartment for a late night drive. And so, the image of Jaehyun perched behind him on the motorbike, a half-finished drink clutched in one hand, was a common sight. It was inevitable that Inguk would often find himself reaching back to steady Jaehyun, his grip tightening as they navigated the winding roads. It might have been in those moments, with the city lights blurring into a neon canvas and Jaehyun, mildly tipsy, resting his head on Inguk’s shoulder, sending his alluring breath down Inguk’s neck, that he felt a pull towards the gorgeous man that went beyond friendship. The fear of giving in to the growing attraction, was a constant undercurrent to their late-night adventures which Inguk didn’t have enough power to go against.
The universe seemed to be conspiring against him, dropping hints after hints, like right now, it is whispering directly to his ears that he needs more, a lot more than the haunting affection of Jaehyun’s fingers fluttering around his neck. That was why he let his mouth run free before he could think twice about how to respond to Jaehyun’s question, regarding what else he thinks they could have done differently with the photoshoot.
“There’s something I wouldn’t change, but I’d like to try again,” Inguk winced at how he sounded, too hastened and too blunt. No turning back, though. Inguk swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart pounding in his ears while watching Jaehyun’s eyes widen in surprise, his brows knitting together in confusion.
“Your finger,” Inguk continued, slightly shaking his head, "Your hand," he took Jaehyun’s hand and placed it gently at the hollow of his neck, his thumb brushing against the uneven pearls of the chain Jaehyun had given him months ago. "I want your hand here. Again." he finished, his voice rough with a blend of desperation and craving.
Shock momentarily froze Jaehyun in place, his light black pupils dilating slowly, like the opening petals of an exotic flower. A flicker of a rude awakening flashed across his features before a blush crept up his neck. His hand, which had been passively resting on Inguk's collarbones, somewhat trembled. His mouth opened and closed in a silent struggle as he searched for words. Still, nothing came out.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Inguk swallowed with difficulty, his hand finding its way lower to caress Jaehyun’s delicate forearm. He could hear a subtle shift in Jaehyun’s breath, a wordless acceptance. With a newfound control, Inguk pulled Jaehyun closer, brushing his fingertips over the other's lips and inhaled sharply when his mouth opened a little under his touch. Quickly running his tongue over his lower lip, Inguk leaned in, their lips met in a precarious kiss that was both a question and an answer to the bubbling infatuation that has been on-going for far too long.
Inguk was fairly sure Jaehyun could hear his heart pounding and the rush of blood in his veins. Jaehyun tasted of wine and something even greater, a tangy sweetness with a sharp undertone of lime, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the alcohol. It was a taste that was uniquely the man of Inguk’s countless dreams, intoxicating and irresistible. Their lips moved with a frantic urgency, a desperate need to consume each other. Inguk’s hand, once steady, was now trembling as they explored Jaehyun’s face, tracing the line of his jaw, along with the curve of his cheekbone.
Jaehyun responded with an equal intensity. He reached up and brought his right hand to the back of Inguk’s neck, where he let it rest for a heartbeat or two before quivering up and down his throat again, still as gently as ever, tracing that shadowy valley centered around his Adam’s apple with just his index and middle finger. And those fingers were much more courageous and bold than he himself felt at any point during the photoshoot, now holding on just below the handcrafted minimalist pearl necklace and pulling him closer. The intimacy of the touch sent a wave of electricity through Inguk, igniting a fire that mirrored the one burning in his eyes.
That led to Inguk pushing the pillow cushion to the floor, their bodies tumbling onto the couch. Inguk was on top, his weight pinning Jaehyun down. The kiss deepened in a molten embrace where their tongues explored each other with eager curiosity and starved intimacy. Inguk's mind was a whirlpool of sensations. There was pleasure, such a brutal satisfaction that pulsed through his veins. And there was fear, too, a deep-rooted uncertainty about where this was leading. But in that instant, as their bodies intertwined and their breaths mingled, fear took a backseat to the thrilling rush of desire.
Inguk’s hands moved to Jaehyun's waist, holding him captive. His skin was rather unusually cold, a striking contrast to the fiery intensity of their kiss. He could feel the other shift his hips slightly, and the grip behind his back tightened.
“You scared?” Inguk whispered against Jaehyun's lips. The stimulating scent of driftwood lingering behind the other’s ears is making him a little dizzy, and he’s loving every second of it.
"No," Jaehyun shook his head, lightly brushing Inguk's lips with his own. "Not one bit." He paused for a moment and closed his eyes. Neither of them moved, and their breaths were entwined in a silent waltz of desire and surrender, each inhalation a promise, each exhalation a plea. The room seemed to blur around them, as if time and space had faded into insignificance.
When their lips met again in a desperate tangle of tongues and teeth, Inguk’s hands began to explore, roaming up further under Jaehyun's shirt while the other kept his hands on the small of Inguk's back. His muscles were taut, corded with tension, clashing with the smooth expanse of skin. Their kiss deepened, an urgent call for more. Jaehyun’s hands, once gentle, now held Inguk with a possessive grip. Their eyes met, a silent conversation filled with unspoken promises. With a determined look, Inguk lowered himself, their bodies melding together in a perfect fit.
"I want you." Inguk exhaled with a slight chuckle to his words and caressed Jaehyun's lips again, a low groan escaped his lips as Jaehyun's tongue darted out the tiniest bit and touched the tip of his thumb.
"Then have me.” Jaehyun whispered, pouring all of his longing and affection into it, and was shocked by how much he meant it. He looked into Inguk's eyes, seeing something smoldering in them, something like inclination and thirst, but also fervent admiration and never-ending tenderness, the overwhelming urge to keep safe and the need to devour. And if his own eyes mirror just a fraction of what is going on inside of him, he hoped Inguk could see the same. For now, a larger part of his brain was telling him to do something quickly to draw more sounds out of Inguk, because the other’s body was so, so hot, almost burning against him, and his mouth even more, sweet and unyielding against his, giving just as good as he's getting.
So it made sense for Jaehyun to undo the buttons of Inguk’s black shirt, not in a hurry but a deliberate striptease that was as much a seduction as a disrobing. A momentary sense of satisfaction ran down his stomach when a sharp intake of breath escaped Inguk’s lips as the last button gave way, his chest exposed to the cool night air. Jaehyun paused, his eyes drinking in the sight of Inguk's bare skin before shrugging off his own oversized T-shirt, knowing too well Inguk was tempted to be the one doing that but he’d rather give him a little preview. But Inguk wasn’t having any patience left, not during this second, so he pulled Jaehyun in his embrace and gathered him against his chest. Both moaned as their skin meddled and Jaehyun buried his face in the curve of Inguk’s neck, daring to nibble gently, like a curious fox testing its prey, though his touch held no malice. In fact, he knew Inguk secretly adored it because he whimpered softly at the sensation and the way his body arched into him felt way too unbelievably hot to handle.
Jaehyun let out a guttural moan as Inguk quickly took over the control, pining his hands over his head while hungrily kissed him, using his teeth on his lower lip then starts to nibble and bite and kiss and lick his way from his ear to his clavicle, nipping gently at the sensitive skin yet powerful enough to make his knees go weak. Their hips still ground together, the attrition igniting sparks of pleasure.
Inguk trailed feather-light kisses down Jaehyun’s neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. Jaehyun arched into him, fingers digging into Inguk’s back again, with even more force than before.
"Inguk... please…" Jaehyun begged, voice ragged with want.
Inguk silenced him with another searing kiss, then began making his way down Jaehyun’s glistening torso, peppering it with hot, open-mouthed kisses. He paused to lavish attention on Jaehyun’s nipples, earning a strangled gasp. His hips bucked up, seeking friction.
Inguk grinned and continued his slow, sensual descent, nuzzling into the soft hair trailing down Jaehyun’s abdomen. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jaehyun’s boxers, tugging them down inch by agonizing inch, resulting in Jaehyun letting out a needy whine, hips twitching.
Finally, Inguk pulled the offending garment all the way off, tossing it aside. He ran his hands up the insides of Jaehyun’s thighs, marveling at the way the muscles tensed under his touch. Jaehyun was unsurprisingly achingly hard, pre-cum glinting at the tip of his erection.
Inguk started at a tantalizing pace, his tongue gliding up and down Jaehyun’s member, each stroke deliberate and filled with sinful intent, focused solely on eliciting pleasure. With a feather-light touch, he tenderly caressed the swollen head, then wrapping a hand around the base of Jaehyun’s shaft, indulgently prolonging the contact. The other let out a strangled moan, hips jerking up into his tender trace. Deliberately leaning in, with his breath ghosting over Jaehyun’s heated flesh. "You feel so good," he muttered in a smoky, seductive timbre, his voice charged with longing. He flicked his tongue out, catching the bead of pre-cum and savoring the salty-sweet taste.
Jaehyun whimpered, back arched, a shiver of anticipation running through him as Inguk continued to move his hand in a slow, teasing rhythm. "Please..." He groaned, his voice thickened with need.
A wicked smirk curled Inguk’s lips as he listened to Jaehyun’s beg, a perverse hunger growing within him. And so, the only way to quench the insatiable crave burning within him was to indulge in the ultimate gratification. Engulfing Jaehyun's co*ck in one smooth motion, hollowing his cheeks as he began to bob his head, his tongue tracing a delicate path along the underside before swirling around the sensitive tip, savoring the flavors of salt and musk. Jaehyun’s breathing deepened as the intensity raised, the sight of Inguk’s mouth working him over and the feeling of that perfect suction making his toes curl. The sensations were maddening, and so his hand flew to Inguk’s hair, tugging with forceful intent as Inguk obeyed without resistance, using his hand to stroke his balls as he sank even lower, those beautiful lips making their way down to the base. He traced the thick vein at a steady tempo, his deep eyes that held the night meeting Jaehyun’s, ablaze with a euphoria that softened their focus as he looked up, his voice muffled around the pulsing flesh.
Inguk’s tongue darted out, licking down Jaehyun’s shaft along the vein on the underside and up again before tilting his head back a little. And he took Jaehyun into his mouth again, the vibrations sending shivers through Jaehyun's body. He increased his pace, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head on each upstroke, endlessly sucking until the hot, throbbing head reached the back of his throat. And Jaehyun tried in vain to hold back his desperate moans yet he was still a panting, writhing mess, hips rolling in time with Inguk’s movements. His co*ck was slick with pre-cum and Inguk’s thin gloss layer of saliva, wet sounds filling the living room.
"Inguk, I'm... I'm close..." Jaehyun gasped, his voice dissolved into a raw, urgent cry, part begging, part craving. He closed his eyes tightly, biting his lip in ecstasy as the pleasure rose to new heights.
Inguk pulled off with an obscene pop, licking his swollen lips. A guttural, "Not yet," vibrated through his teeth, the words rough and insistent. He wrapped his hand around Jaehyun's length again, running his fingers up and down with deliberate slowness, pretending not to feel the other strenuously grasping his shoulder’s blade. "I want to feel you come undone."
Jaehyun whimpered, hips rolling. Inguk, one hand still completely sheltering Jaehyun’s flesh, raised up and captured his lips in a searing kiss, swallowing his desperate moans while his other hand riotously pulled at the jaw of the man under him. Then, his hand picked up speed, each second with more twisting and stroking in just the right way.
"When I said that I want you," Inguk murmured, nuzzling against Jaehyun’s cheek, "I meant all of you."
Dropping down in quick motion after his confession, Inguk closed his lips around Jaehyun’s co*ck, lapping his tongue over the head and down to the base with instantaneous rate, even pressure as his hand pumped up and down as if he was against the tickling of some phantom irritation. Sucking intently, he pulled as much into his mouth as he could while digging at the other’s thigh and hip with his free left hand.
Jaehyun’s back arched as the coil of tension in his belly finally snapped. He cried out into Inguk’s mouth, body shuddering as he spilled over his fist. Inguk stroked him through it, gentling his touch as Jaehyun came down from his high.
He pulled back, gazing down at Jaehyun with unbridled adoration. His eyes were half-lidded, chest heaving like everything has been too much for his limit. Inguk brought his cum-slicked hand to his mouth, licking it clean with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue.
Jaehyun watched, entranced. "You can’t do that. f*ck." he rasped, voice wrecked.
Inguk chuckled, cupping the back of Jaehyun’s head, drawing him in for a long, slow kiss. "But I just did, and you liked what you saw." He pressed another tender kiss to Jaehyun’s pulse point, then nipped at his porcelain skin. Jaehyun shivered and pulled Inguk closer, tangling their legs together.
They lay there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow. Inguk traced idle patterns on Jaehyun’s chest, feeling as if he was discovering a new continent and marveling at the way their bodies fit together so perfectly. Jaehyun’s fingers carded through Inguk’s hair, each stroke a mellow assurance of belonging.
Eventually, Inguk shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at Jaehyun. "How are you feeling?"
Jaehyun's smile was languid as he breathed, "Incredible." Stretching, he captured Inguk's lips in a soft kiss. The other returned the gesture, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he drew Jaehyun closer.
Their kisses quickly grew heated once more while their hands, gentle explorers just now, claimed territory with possessive fervor. Jaehyun, with a daring shift, straddled Inguk’s hips, their bodies melding into a perfect fit. Jaehyun started feeling Inguk’s feverish skin under his fleeting touch around his chest, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, marking his territory. A muted growl escaped Inguk’s throat as Jaehyun’s relentless rhythm sent shockwaves of pleasure through him. He had fantasized about this moment for so long, and now that it was finally happening, it still felt almost too good to be true. Breathlessly, he pulled away just enough to gaze into Jaehyun's eyes, silently signaling for more, not expecting the next thing Jaehyun said to him.
"Inguk," Jaehyun rasped, his gaze burning, “I want to feel you.”
“You’re impossible…” Inguk swallowed hard, breath caught in his throat at the intensity in Jaehyun’s expression.
And Jaehyun wasted no time, slowly, reverently, he let his palms glide down Inguk's chest, fingertips mapping the planes and contours of his body, pausing to tease a nipple before continuing his descent. A hint of satisfaction crossed his face when Inguk let out a shaky exhale, his eyes closed as he surrendered to his touch, a soft moan escaping his lips as Jaehyun’s nimble fingers worked his fly open, brushing the growing bulge in his pants.
Jaehyun's strokes were slow and unhurried, his grip firm but not too tight. The pace was maddening, just shy of enough, and he found himself chasing that elusive release. Inguk let his head fall back, eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself in the sensation. Jaehyun ran his thumb over the sensitive head, drawing a soft gasp from Inguk.
His hips rocked in time with Jaehyun's quickened movements, his hands gripping his shoulders for support as the familiar heat coiled tighter and tighter in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to make this moment last because it felt like every nerve ending in his body had been set alight, and the only thing that mattered was the feel of Jaehyun's hand on him, stroking with a perfect, agonizing rhythm. Regaining his composure, Inguk lowered his eyes to watch Jaehyun's ethereal fingers gliding down his straining length, and suddenly, the intensity was quickly becoming too much to bear.
"f*ck, Jaehyun," Inguk groaned, his own hands coming up to grip the other’s shoulders. "That feels so good."
Jaehyun smiled, picking up the pace just a bit, reveling in the way Inguk’s hips rolled in time with his flow. He watched, captivated, as Inguk's brow furrowed in pleasure, his lips parting on soft, breathy moans. The sight of him so open, so unguarded, made Jaehyun's heart swell with adoration. Jaehyun had never pictured the day he could see Inguk like this, unraveling under his touch, all his usual composure stripped away.
"I'm gonna come," Inguk panted, voice strained. And Jaehyun responded by increasing the pace, twisting his wrist just so and drawing a strangled moan from Inguk one more time.
As Inguk’s expression crumpled, he came undone as his entire body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him. Inguk shuddered, back arching as he spilled over Jaehyun's fingers.
Jaehyun gentled his touch and held Inguk closer to his body, as the other rode out the aftershocks, his heart racing. Gently and without hurrying, he placed reverent kisses along Inguk's brow, cheeks, and chin, murmuring words of adoration. When the last of the tremors had subsided, Inguk opened his eyes, gazing up at Jaehyun with a look of pure, unadulterated affection.
"That was..." he trailed off, shaking his head in wonder. "You're amazing."
A playful grin curved Jaehyun's lips as he toyed with a loose strand of Inguk's hair. "So are you, Inguk-ah." He pressed a tender peck to the other's lips.
Time seemed to suspend itself as they clung to each other, their bodies still trembling from the aftermath of passion. The world beyond their shared space faded into obscurity, replaced by the soft glow of contentment.
Slowly, reluctantly, they pulled apart, their fingers lingering, as if afraid to break the delicate spell. Their gazes met, and in that shared moment, a universe of unspoken words passed between them. A sweet beam curved at their mouths as they traced the lines of each other's faces with their eyes.
Jaehyun's heart raced as the silent battle of wills waged in the space between their eyes
"This is it, isn't it?" His voice trembled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
Inguk's lips parted, a single word escaping in a breathless whisper, "Yes."
Jaehyun's teeth grazed his bottom lip, a futile attempt to contain the ache swelling within his chest. Reverently, he placed a fluttering kiss upon Inguk's shoulder, fingers tracing the delicate contours of his collarbones.
"This is it." Jaehyun murmured, his words laced with a profound sense of wonder and vulnerability. The air seemed to crackle with their newfound connection, every touch igniting sparks that promised a future filled with endless possibilities.
