Seventy-One

"Jeongwoo-ya." Changmin looked up at me again, after we revelled in the aftermath of hearing each other say 'I Love You' in person. "Let's get a place together."

"Huh?" That came out of nowhere! "Wait. Wait. You can't be serious."

"I want to be though." He sighed. "It's impossible now with 04:00 am and S.T.A.Y but… we could eventually."

'Eventually'? There it was again. Exactly how long was 'eventually' going to be?

Ah, Jaehyeon… I so hate you for putting this thought in my head.

"Let's see. But all that's about later, isn't it?" I turned to him and slung a leg over him, smiling. "Let's do something about now."

"Hm?" He smirked and gingerly placed a hand under my knee, pulling my leg up further. My body was pressed up against his. Slowly, he ran a hand up my thigh. "Is that an invitation?"

"What do you think?" I asked back and lay a palm against his cheek. That's right. What's important is what we have now. There was no need to get anxious about anything unnecessarily.

"It is." The hand on my thigh moved further up my side, pulling my T-shirt halfway up along with it. The warmth of his palm was always so distinct against my skin. While stirring up emotions of a different kind, his touch was always somehow incredibly comforting too. Such physical contact, even if just a hug or his usual headlock, felt like a reward for having put up with and pulled through all those times when we were either far from each other or close and yet unable to interact like we wanted to.

He pushed his nose into the crook of my neck and breathed me in, then pulled back a bit and held my gaze. "Kiss me."

You want me to take initiative? Fine.

I moved in and claimed his lips. It was probably my eagerness that got him to smile into the kiss. That made me all the more confident. The next kiss that I went in for, I followed his lips with my tongue. That pleased him so much that the hand at my back slid down to the waistline of my chinos, pressing into my back to push my body closer to his. Although I was the one who had initiated the kiss, once our tongues were involved, he slowly started taking over. Still holding me close, he brought a leg up between both of mine, pressing it against my groin.

The pits of my stomach churned. It made me move my hips a little against the sensation. I could feel my body heating up. At this point, I had been completely swept up in his pace.

Bringing his left hand to the back of my head, he wrapped his right arm around my torso, just below my raised T-shirt and carefully turned me onto my back, kissing me all the while and coming to kneel over my body, his hands on either side of my head supporting him. Kissing me deeply once more, he dug an arm under me and lifted me enough to move us closer to the centre of the bed. Then he caught both my arms and raised them above my head, finally pulling away from the shower of kisses. Panting, we regarded each other, a little lost in the building passion. Then, he tugged on my T-shirt and urged me to let him take it off. From the corner of my eye, I saw him toss it to the other side of the bed.

Considering how many times we had had to stop ourselves prior to this, could this advancement be considered meaningful? I chuckled.

There was nothing that could possibly stop us this time.

He raised an eyebrow in question at my reaction. I just shook my head though and clutched his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss. Surprised, but also amused, he dug his fingers into my hair and rubbed his head to the side of mine. "Someone seems happy."

"Because you're here." I responded immediately and offered up a smile.

He stared at me a moment before scrunching up his brows and hugging me tightly. "Cute!"

Really? I chuckled again.

"Ya." He lifted himself off me and pressed his lips to mine again. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Ey. Stop being so cheesy." I began undoing his shirt's buttons from the top and pulled myself up to nip his ear. "Do it fast."

"You-" He narrowed his eyes at me, a complicated expression on his face. I lowered myself back onto the bed and held his gaze.

"Yes?"

"This is your fault." He leaned in and pulled me into a very passionate kiss, taking my hands and lowering them so that he could undo his buttons himself. He slipped his shirt off of one shoulder first and then the other before getting rid of it. His belt followed it out of reach. Then, he caught my chin and tipped it up, bringing his lips to my Adam's apple before moving to the side of my neck. Sucking on the skin there, his other hand landed on my chest.

He was getting impatient. And I had done that to him.

He trailed kisses down from my neck to my collarbone and then to my chest. I felt his tongue against my skin before he took my right nipple between his lips, his right hand attending to the other one.

I was starting to feel… weird.

"Ah… Hyung…" I did a double-take on hearing my own voice. It was shaky and breathy and… testimony to how turned on I was. The way my body reacted too… How sensitive was I exactly? "Wai- Mn!" I took a fistful of his hair.

Having moved down as he had, he had settled between my legs. The way he looked at me when he raised his eyes to mine at my having asked him to wait told me that he was very well aware of the erection that I was trying to come to terms with. It was inevitable. We were engaging in a sexual act, after all. But, so fast?! And I had not even been touched down there much. With just his leg, the kisses and the way he was messing with my chest…

This was my first time!

"Jeongwoo." He brought his face up to mine and kissed me again. His right hand left my chest and caught me between my legs. I squirmed a bit under him. He pulled away from the kiss and watched my face, brushing the hair off my forehead using his left hand and pressing a kiss there. "Look at me."

I had dropped my eyes to what he was doing down there as soon as he had stopped kissing me. That was when I saw the bulge in his pants too. I was not the only one.

"Jeongwoo-ya." He kissed the corner of my left eye and smiled when I brought my eyes to him. "Trust me."

This man…

I nodded. Even though I was the one who had asked him to do it fast, I guess the newness of it all had scared me a bit. I shouldn't be scared though. This was my Hyung. I wanted this too.

It was okay.

He was still stroking me over my clothes. The stimulation made me drop my head back. He pressed his lips to my chin, then my cheeks and then my lips. Resting his forehead against mine after that, he held my head in place by my hair. Undoing my chinos, he slipped his hand into my underwear and took my penis out, wrapping his fingers around the shaft.

I swallowed whatever manifestation of the sensation was creeping up my throat and pursed my lips. One arm around his torso, I placed my left hand on his chest.

Despite all the times that I had seen him shirtless and all the times that I had felt him up close in one way or another, why was it that he looked so much hotter just then than ever before?

I was too distracted to do anything about how that made me feel though. The most that I could do was slowly move my thumb, revelling in how chiselled to perfection his chest felt.

He stopped what he was doing and began undoing his pants. Attending to his own member first, he brought ours together and rubbed them against each other, grunting a little. His brows were knit together and his breathing was heavy. His eyes were narrowed when they met mine. Clutching his hair, I pulled him into a kiss.

I wanted more.

More of him.

More of everything.