Kiss Me Like You’re Not Married.

Joon-Won eventually tilted his head back with a sigh and gently pulled away, his hand sliding from Tae-Hyun's thigh as he stood up, stretching with a soft grunt.

"I'm gonna get us some water," he murmured, ruffling his own hair before looking down at Tae with a lazy smile. "You fix this battlefield."

Tae glanced at the scattered cushions on the floor and rolled his eyes. "I'm not your maid."

Joon was already walking toward the kitchen. "No, you're cuter."

Tae grabbed one of the cushions and threw it weakly in his direction, missing by a long shot. "God.. Shut up."

Joon chuckled low in his throat, opening the fridge and pulling out two chilled water bottles. Tae, still grinning, started returning the cushions to the couch one by one, his movements lazy and distracted. The painting they had worked on was propped by the open window to dry, brush strokes still wet, sunlight catching bits of vibrant color.

When Joon returned, the room was dimmer, the only light coming from the city glow outside and the faint amber spill from the kitchen. Tae had settled back on the couch, one leg tucked beneath him. His hoodie slid a bit off his shoulder, revealing smooth skin and the delicate dip of his collarbone.

Joon didn't hand him the water.

Instead, he stood in front of him, twisted the cap off one of the bottles slowly, deliberately all while locking his eyes onto Tae's.

Tae watched him, confused at first, then narrowed his eyes slightly when Joon didn't break the stare.

"…What?" he asked, tone playfully cautious.

Joon took a sip. Then he leaned down, his palm slid behind Tae's neck, fingers curling just beneath his hairline and kissed him. The water between them was cool and fleeting, pushed into Tae's mouth between the slow press of their lips, dripping slightly from the corner of Tae's mouth as the kiss deepened.

Tae gasped softly, hands clutching at Joon's hoodie as the older man kissed him harder now, still slow, still patient, but with unmistakable urgency.

Joon's lips never left his as he lowered the bottle to the coffee table, and with seamless ease, he sat down on the couch, tugging Tae forward in one smooth pull until he landed in his lap.

Tae's knees sank on either side of him, straddling Joon as their mouths clashed again. This time it was messier, breath hot, teeth grazing, lips parting with more need than before.

Joon's hands slipped beneath the hem of Tae's oversized hoodie, fingers finding bare skin.

Tae moaned into his mouth the moment he felt that first gentle glide over his sides, thumbs brushing faint outlines of his ribs, slow and deliberate.

"You're shaking," Joon whispered between kisses, his voice low and amused, pressed just below Tae's ear.

"I'm not," Tae whispered back, breathless and flushed.

"You are," Joon said, lips moving down to his neck now, warm and slightly open. "Here."

His tongue traced the edge of Tae's pulse.

"And here," he murmured, his hands finding Tae's waist, then his back, slipping further inside the hoodie until his palms met the soft curve of Tae's lower back and the bare dip of his spine.

Tae whimpered quietly, arching instinctively, his body betraying how much he liked it, how much he wanted more.

It wasn't frantic. It was warm, intoxicating, like a quiet claim.

"You make it too easy to want you," Joon murmured, his voice thick as his lips traced Tae's collarbone.

Tae grabbed at his hair, nails curling in gently. "You're the one—" he started, breath hitching when Joon's mouth grazed his exposed shoulder from the oversized hoodie. "You're the one acting like I belong to you."

Joon's hands slowed.

He looked up then, not with a grin, not with a smirk, but with something more serious in his eyes.

"Maybe you do," he said.

Tae froze.

Not out of fear but because of how soft it was said. Like Joon didn't even mean to say it out loud.

"…Say that again," Tae whispered, voice smaller now.

Joon lifted one hand, brushing back Tae's hair gently before cradling the back of his neck. "I said… maybe you do. Or maybe I just want you to."

Tae leaned in slowly until their foreheads touched. Their lips hovered.

He let out a shaky laugh, trying to ease the intensity. "You're being dangerous again."

Joon smiled faintly, his thumb stroking the side of Tae's neck. "So stop me."

Tae didn't move.

His lips barely grazed Joon's when he whispered, "I don't want to."

And Joon kissed him again.. slower this time, deeper still, hands roaming with reverence more than hunger.

The hoodie shifted further up, revealing more of Tae's skin beneath it, and Joon's fingertips wandered up his spine, grazing soft curves, brushing over the sensitive peaks of his chest, earning a quiet moan that vibrated against his mouth.

They broke apart only for air.

Tae-Hyun didn't break eye contact as he settled into Joon-Won's lap more comfortably, breath warm and shallow from their last kiss. His hands curled into the fabric of Joon-Won's hoodie, tugging it up slowly until it bunched around his ribs.

"Take this off," he whispered, voice a low, heady murmur that brushed against Joon-Won's neck like silk.

Joon-Won obeyed in silence, lifting his arms and letting the hoodie slide off with a soft rustle. His bare chest rose with a slow inhale, the city lights washing his pale skin in a faint bluish hue. He looked up at Tae with a kind of reverence, the kind of gaze that said I want you to do whatever you want with me.

Tae's lips parted in a breathless chuckle, equal parts nervous and bold. "You always this obedient?"

"Only when I want to be," Joon murmured, voice low and warm, brushing against Tae's throat like smoke. "But I like it when you take charge. You look…" He trailed off, smiling. "Too damn good doing it."

Tae-Hyun leaned down, mouth skimming along Joon's collarbone. "Yeah?" he asked, kissing his way toward the dip in his throat. "You talk too much sometimes."

"I talk just enough to drive you insane."

"Maybe I like it," Tae admitted in a whisper, pressing a kiss just under Joon's jaw. He felt the stubble brush his lips and smiled as he shifted in his lap, straddling him properly now. His hands roamed slowly, tracing the curve of Joon's shoulders, the firm lines of his chest, his fingertips brushing down toward his abs.

With a flick of boldness unfamiliar even to himself, Tae-Hyun reached down and pulled his hoodie off in one swift motion, hair ruffling, skin flushed. He watched Joon-Won's pupils shift, the faintest catch of breath giving him away. Tae smiled, slow and teasing.

"You're allowed to touch me more," Joon-won husked out under his breath and Tae-hyun eyes darkened with desire.

Tae hand trailed down his bare chest. His skin was warm to the touch, sculpted, pale, already breathing heat through the gaps between them.

"You're beautiful," Tae whispered before he could stop himself.

Joon didn't laugh. He just looked up at him with quiet reverence, brushing a knuckle against Tae's hipbone like he was memorizing the shape of him.

And then Tae shifted. Still straddling Joon's thighs, he moved closer, chest to chest, hands trailing down to slide into Joon's sweatpants with slow, practiced movements. Not clumsy, not timid, he knew what he wanted.

"Tonight…" Tae-Hyun murmured as he leaned in and nipped at Joon's jaw, "I want to make you lose your mind a little." He slowly palmed Joon-won cock through his boxers before sliding his hand inside it, wrapping his fingers around his length.

Joon's head tilted back against the couch as he felt Tae-hyun soft fingers around his length, a low sound escaping him that was half a breath, half a laugh. "I'm already halfway there."

Tae smirked against his skin and whispered softly. "Then let me touch you.. make you feel good."

Joon grunted, hips twitching slightly. "Tae… fuck"

Tae only smirked wider, leaning forward to brush his lips against his ear teasingly. "Just stay still," he whispered. "Let me… watch you for a change."

He began to move his hand slowly, dragging his fist in a lazy rhythm, stroking Joon's cock slowly, his thumb brushing the sensitive underside of his length, then letting his fingers tighten and twisting just slightly at his tip. Joon's body responded instantly, a low groan, head falling back against the cushion with a shaky breath.

Tae took his time. Going at his own pace, he let his eyes take in Joon-won expressions and drink in every sound the man let out.

"Shit.. don't stop.." Joon breathed out in pleasure. Panting slightly.

His other hand settled on Joon's chest, palm resting over his heart, feeling the steady, quickening thump beneath his skin. He leaned in again, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then just below his ear.

"You sound so good," Tae whispered, stroking him slightly faster with a firmer grip. "You always hold back. Don't."

Joon's breath hitched. His thighs tensed under Tae's. "You're dangerous when you talk like that."

"Am I?" Tae teased, rotating his wrist on the next stroke. Joon cursed under his breath and moaned, hands instinctively reaching for Tae's waist.. gripping, grounding, needing.

Tae bit his lip, loving the way Joon reacted. Every little sound, the subtle clench of his jaw, the slight tremble in his thighs, it was him. Tae was doing that. He leaned closer, lips brushing Joon's ear again.

"You look so good like this," he whispered, voice silkier now. "Letting me touch you. Falling apart a little."

Joon let out a rough exhale, eyes fluttering closed as he leaned his forehead against Tae's. "You're… really not going to stop, are you?" He opened his eyes to meet his, staring at him with lidded eyes, his cock was throbbing in Tae-hyun grip.

Tae-hyun stared back at him with his lower lip still between his teeth, smiling innocently as he look at him through his lashes. "Nope."

And he kept stroking him, steady, patient, keeping the pace without stopping, watching every flicker of expression on Joon's face like it was art. He kissed the corner of his mouth, then again, this time lingering longer, until Joon parted his lips and met him halfway. Their kiss was slow but heated, laced with restraint and aching tension.

Tae whispered against his mouth, "You're throbbing Joon.. your cock keeps getting bigger in my hand.." 

Joon moaned louder, deeper, his hips jerking up slightly, every part of him wanted to thrust into Tae-hyun hand but he held back, his breath turning ragged. "God, Tae…"

Tae kept going, picking up the pace faster now, pressure perfect, thumb brushing Joon's leaking tip with just the right friction with every stroke. Joon's hands clenched at his hips, nails digging into his skin, he leaned forward to brush his lips against Tae's neck with a guttural sound, face pressed into his skin, trembling slightly under him in pleasure.

Tae smirked slightly and slowed down again, stroking gently and teasingly now, his own chest rising and falling as he pressed his cheek to Joon's soft locks. "You're a mess," he whispered, voice proud and tender.

Joon stayed still for a moment, catching his breath, then looked up with half-lidded eyes and a lazy, satisfied smirk. 

Then Tae slowly took his hand out, dragging it back up Joon-won abs as he got up off of his lap, Joon eyes glued to his every convent.

He slowly stripped off his sweats along with his boxer, making sure his eyes are still locked with Joon-won's as he stand before him fully naked now, then he leaned forward to do the same to Joon's sweats as well, taking his time with it.

"We don't need those tonight.. I want to feel your body on mine." He whispered before straddling him again.

Joon-won's breath was still uneven. His hand twitched once against the armrest as he watched him do his thing, a lazy exhale dragging past his parted lips as Tae-hyun straddled him again, his face still flushed, still bold as ever.

"That sounded so good, Joon-won… I didn't know you could moan like that."

Joon-won chuckled, deep in his throat but it cracked, his breath catching as Tae-hyun rolled his hips deliberately against his stomach, Tae's cock rubbing against his abs making him move his hands to grab his hips, not to move him but to keep him close.

Without another word, Tae brought two of his own fingers to Joon-won's lips, softly brushing them across his lips as he leaned down to brush his own lips against the back of his own fingers at Joon-won's lips. "Suck," he whispered seductively, the single word soft yet commanding, bold in a way that startled even himself. "You want to feel me? You'd better help me get ready."

Joon's eyes flared, not with shock, but something deeper. Darker. His lips parted willingly, and he drew Tae's fingers in slowly, deliberately, his tongue curling around them with a guttural hum deep in his chest. His eyes didn't leave Tae's for a second as if challenging him to keep going, to stay in control. He started sucking on them slow, tongue swirling between his fingers coating them with saliva.

Tae's confidence faltered only slightly at the heat of that stare, but the wet warmth of Joon's mouth was enough to make his back arch with want and a soft breath escaping his chest. He let Joon suck until his fingers glistened, until he could barely think straight, then pulled back and reached behind himself, his other hand braced on Joon's chest.

Joon-won tensed beneath him, his eyes widen slightly while watching with feral restraint as Tae slowly lifted his hips up, arching his back just enough before sliding the two fingers inside of himself, "haa.. fuck.." he whimpered and closed his eyes at the sensation, slowly letting his fingers working his hole open, and Joon lips parted at the sight of Tae as he prepped himself right on his lap, he could see his thighs trembling just slightly. Tae gasped quietly when he started thrusting and wiggling his fingers as deeply inside of himself as he could with a broken moan, his head fell forward as he adjusted.

"You're gorgeous like this," Joon said, voice breathless, fingers brushing over Tae's lower back as he watches him. "The way you touch yourself… God."

Joon sat still, his eyes locked on every tiny shift in Tae's expression, the subtle parting of his lips, the shiver that danced down his spine, the small moan he couldn't suppress.

"Shit…" Tae whispered, breathless. "Feels good." He moaned and arched his fingers deep inside of himself, making himself gasp. His eyes met joon-won's darkened ones.. Then, boldly, he guided Joon's hand to his hip, and the other to his neck.

"Hold me still.. choke me," he whispered, cheeks flushed, panting heavily as he slowly drags his fingers out of himself. "Just like that. Let me take you in."

Joon's jaw clenched and his hands did as asked, gripping firmly now, one wrapped around Tae's throat with just enough pressure to make his breath hitch, his nails digging slightly into the sides of his neck, the other steadying his waist as Tae reached down to wrap his fingers around Joon-won aching cock under him.

He slowly lifted his hips to aligned him hole with Joon's tip before slowly and deliberately sinking down.

Both of them gasped at the feeling.

Joon's head fell back against the couch, a groan ripped from his throat, low and drawn-out. Tae whimpered above him but kept lowering himself slow, taking his cock in, inch by inch until he bottomed out fully, trembling, eyes glassy from the stretch.

"Fuck—" Joon cursed under his breath and his hand tightened around his throat before letting his hand trail down his chest slowly. "You feel… insane."

Tae-hyun breath was ragged already, his hips shifted slightly on Joon's cock and he stared at him with lidded eyes.

Tae-hyun brows furrowed, breath catching as he took Joon's expression in. Joon-won let out a sharp groan at the slight shift of Tae hips, hands gripping Tae's thighs now like he needed grounding.

"You're so tight—fuck," Joon hissed, head falling back. Tae leaned forward, lips brushing his ear with a shaky breath.

"I want you loud," he whispered, starting to move with controlled rolls of his hips, deliberate and slow. "Let me hear what I'm doing to you tonight.. Joonie."