Drenched in Desire

The room was still heavy with the scent of heat and sweat. Eunsu leaned back against the wall, his chest still heaving, his face flushed with a mixture of exertion and raw, unfiltered emotion. His hair was a wild mess, his lips swollen from Jaeho's relentless kisses.

Jaeho stepped back slightly, just enough to take in the sight before him. Eunsu looked wrecked—and it was all his doing. The thought sent a sharp thrill through his veins, one that made him want to pull Eunsu even closer and keep him there, tangled in this chaos they'd created together.

Eunsu's sharp voice cut through the quiet. "You're staring."

"And you're beautiful," Jaeho replied without hesitation, his voice low and unapologetic.

Eunsu's eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up his neck. "Flattery won't get you anywhere."

Jaeho smirked, stepping closer again. "It already has."

Before Eunsu could fire back, Jaeho's hands found his waist, pulling him away from the wall and into his arms. The intimacy of the moment struck them both, the heat from earlier softening into something that felt far too vulnerable.

"Why are you really here, Jaeho?" Eunsu asked quietly, his voice trembling slightly.

Jaeho didn't answer immediately. Instead, his hands slid up Eunsu's back, his touch slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of him.

"Because you make me forget," Jaeho admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "Forget the expectations, the lies...everything."

Eunsu's throat tightened at the confession, his walls threatening to crack. "You shouldn't put that on me," he said softly, though his fingers betrayed him, tangling in Jaeho's shirt like he couldn't bear to let go.

"Maybe I shouldn't," Jaeho murmured, leaning down so their foreheads touched. "But I don't care."

Eunsu's breath hitched as Jaeho's lips brushed against his again—not with the ferocity from before, but with a tenderness that made his knees weak.

"Fuck," Eunsu muttered, breaking the kiss and stepping back slightly. "You're going to ruin me."

Jaeho's gaze darkened. "I think you've already ruined me."

The words hung between them, raw and unfiltered, and for a moment, neither of them knew what to say.

Eunsu turned away, running a hand through his hair as he tried to steady himself. "You're engaged, Jaeho. Don't forget that."

Jaeho's jaw tightened. "That doesn't mean anything."

"It should," Eunsu snapped, spinning around to face him. "And what happens tomorrow? You're going to go back to your perfect little life, and I'll just be—"

"You think this is perfect?" Jaeho interrupted, his voice rising for the first time. "Do you have any idea what it's like to live like this? To have every part of your life decided for you before you even get a chance to fucking think?"

Eunsu froze, his breath catching at the raw frustration in Jaeho's voice.

"I don't want that life," Jaeho continued, stepping closer. "I don't want her. I don't want any of it. I want..."

He trailed off, his gaze locking with Eunsu's.

"You," he finished, his voice barely audible.

Eunsu's heart pounded painfully in his chest, his mind racing with a thousand reasons why this was a bad idea. But when Jaeho reached for him again, his resolve crumbled.

Jaeho's hands were firm yet gentle as he guided Eunsu toward the bed. The sheets were cool against Eunsu's overheated skin as Jaeho leaned over him, their bodies flush.

"You're trouble," Eunsu muttered, though his voice lacked any real protest.

"So are you," Jaeho replied, his lips brushing against Eunsu's jaw before trailing down his neck.

Eunsu let out a soft groan as Jaeho's mouth continued its descent, licking and kissing every inch of skin he could reach. His hands roamed over Eunsu's body, exploring, teasing, and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

When Jaeho's lips found his chest, Eunsu arched beneath him, his breath hitching as Jaeho's tongue flicked over a sensitive spot.

"Fuck, Jaeho," Eunsu gasped, his fingers threading through Jaeho's hair as he tugged him closer.

Jaeho smirked against Eunsu's skin before his lips continued downward, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every reaction he pulled from Eunsu's trembling body.

"You taste better than I imagined," Jaeho murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Eunsu's cheeks burned, but he couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips when Jaeho's mouth continued its assault, licking and sucking in a way that made his head spin.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word pushed them closer to the edge, their bodies and minds unraveling completely in the darkness of the room.

And when they finally fell together, it wasn't just physical—it was everything.