Kiss Me Like You’re Not Married.

Tae shifted his weight slowly, letting Joon feel every inch of pressure as he sank down onto him again. His breath hitched as the head slid past his entrance, and his fingers pressed into Joon's chest, his eyes locked to the man beneath him.

Joon let out a ragged breath, eyes wide, hands gripping Tae's thighs but not guiding, just holding on. "Tae…" he rasped. "Fuck… slower—god, you—" He bit down on the words, head falling back for just a moment.

"You said I could touch you more," Tae murmured, voice like silk over glass. His lips brushed Joon's ear. "So don't beg yet."

That pulled a choked moan from Joon-won, one that surprised even him.

Tae smiled, teeth just showing. Loving how Joon is reacting to him. "You're so loud tonight."

"Because of you," Joon ground out, his voice raw, his eyes searching Tae's face like he was losing his usual composure by the second. "You—ugh, fuck—moving like that. You're trying to kill me."

Tae rolled his hips in a slow, taunting grind. His thighs trembled a little from the stretch, but the confidence in his gaze didn't falter. "Maybe."

He started riding him in earnest, slow but deep, picking his hips up before letting himself slam down and grind against the base of Joon's cock, watching how Joon's fingers flexed on his skin, how his lips parted as if he couldn't hold back a single sound.

"Look at you," Tae whispered seductively, his hands moving up Joon's chest, to his neck and slowly tangled in his hair, yanking his head back and stare down at him while biting his lip. "You usually talk so much. Can't say anything now?"

Joon snapped his eyes open, panting. "You little—" He groaned again, hips twitching up reflexively. "You're doing it on purpose. Teasing me like this. You're gonna make me—"

"Make you what?" Tae teased, circling his hips slowly, letting out soft teasing moans as he take joon in deeper. "Lose control? Say please?"

Joon growled, hands moving up to hold Tae's waist now, tighter, but still letting him move. "You keep running your mouth like that, and I swear—"

Tae bent forward and kissed him deeply with a groan to shut him up, slow and wet, then pulled away before Joon could kiss back, just enough to whisper against his lips, "You like when I talk back."

"I hate how much I like it," Joon groaned, tipping his head back into his grasp as Tae began to ride him harder. "You feel too good, baby—shit—you're squeezing me like you're trying to make me beg."

Tae moaned loudly at the nickname, rhythm faltering for just a second as his nails dug into Joon's scalp. "You are begging," he whispered, breath trembling, he clenched his hole around Joon-won's throbbing cock and started bouncing faster. "Even if you're pretending not to."

Joon's face was flushed deep red, sweat beading at his temples, his brows knit so tightly it looked like he was trying not to lose it. "Tae-hyun…" he gasped, his voice raw with arousal. "You're going to make me—fuck, I can't hold it if you keep clenching like that—"

"You don't have to hold it." Tae smirked, voice lowering. "I want to feel all of it."

He began bouncing harder now, going up and down on him, taking him from the tip to the base like he's trying to swallow him, the wet sound of skin meeting skin building between them. The slap of their bodies echoed in the room, mixing with their moans, Joon louder than ever before, each groan rougher, throatier, his hands now reaching down, grabbing Tae's ass to press him down into him deeper.

"Ah—ah, baby, just like that—fuck—yes—" Joon's voice cracked. His control was shattering and it didn't sound like he cared anymore, but it only made his words filthier. "You feel so fucking wet and warm… so good—I can't—God, I love the way you bounce on me."

Tae whimpered at the praise but didn't stop, hips slamming down, riding him rougher, harder, until his own voice turned hoarse. "You're so deep—fuck—it's so good—" Tae-hyun was shaking now in pleasure, his hands sliding out of Joon's hair to wrap around his own neglected cock. Stroking himself with shaky fingers.

Joon's head fell forward, their foreheads pressing together. "You're gonna cum, aren't you?" he breathed. "You're squeezing so much—so close—come for me, baby, cum on my cock.. now."

Tae's body stiffened with a cry, back arching beautifully as he felt himself get closer and closer to release, he tightened his grip on his cock and slammed his hips down roughly into Joon's as he came undone, spilling hot cum between them and onto his hand with a loud cry of his name on his lips, trembling as he kept grinding through it. Not stopping despite the intense orgasm. 

"Cum for me Joon.. cum deep inside of me mark me with your cum." Tae-hyun moaned out as he moved his free hand to grab Joon's chin and stare down at him. Joon-won nearly shouted, hips jerking up as the feeling of Tae clenching around him when he came tipped him over the edge. He couldn't hold back anymore and it showed.

"Fuck, Tae—ah—" He came hard deep inside Tae-hyun as if he was waiting for his demands, his arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, his whole body tensing with release, his voice loud and wrecked and honest as he rest his forehead against Tae's chest.

They stayed like that for a moment, bodies trembling, pressed together, skin slick and sticky, hearts racing.

Joon finally pulled back, panting, looking up at Tae with glassy eyes. His voice was rough, but sincere.

"…You just destroyed me."

Tae-hyun gave a breathless laugh, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth weakly. "Good," he whispered breathlessly. "Now you know how it feels."

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The room had quieted except for their still-heavy breathing. Sweat cooled slowly against skin. Joon-won was still inside him, their chests pressed together, and Tae-hyun couldn't stop smiling into his neck, soft, high on praise, high on pleasure.

He felt Joon's thumb brush the curve of his spine. Gentle. Worshipful.

Then Tae whispered, breath shaky against his ear, "Say it again."

Joon didn't answer right away. "Say what again?"

Tae pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. His cheeks were red, his lips parted, eyes low-lidded but focused. "…Call me that again."

Joon-won blinked. His mind rewound, then his lips twitched slightly. "Baby?"

Tae inhaled like the word alone had slipped inside him. His lashes fluttered.

"Mm.. Yeah," he said, voice soft. "That."

Joon tilted his head, searching his face with something almost reverent. "You like it that much?"

"More than I should," Tae admitted, pressing his nose against Joon's jaw. "It sounded like you meant it."

Joon's chest rose with a deep breath. "I did."

That silence between them bloomed into something heavy. Tender.

But Tae shifted suddenly in his lap, groaning at the overstimulation. "Ah—Joon…"

Joon-won cursed under his breath and pulled out slowly, carefully, helping Tae settle onto the couch before standing. His chest was heaving, but he looked down at Tae like a man who had no business being so calm after the way he'd just come undone.

"You can't just look at me like that after riding me like you did," he said, low. "I'll start thinking you want more."

Tae raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing but hopeful. "What if I do?" He hummed and arched his back slightly on the couch, opening his legs teasingly while staring up at Joon.

Joon didn't reply. He stood there watching him before He reached down and scooped Tae up in one smooth motion, holding him bridal-style.

"Wha—Joon!"

"Kitchen," he said, mouth brushing Tae's cheek. "I want you on the counter so I can see your pretty face."

Tae's stomach fluttered. He bit his lip to hide the smile, arms clinging to Joon's neck.

The lights in the kitchen were low, the glow from under the cabinets casting soft shadows. Joon set him down on the counter gently, spreading Tae's knees apart and stepping between them. The marble was cool against Tae's thighs, but Joon's hands were warm where they rested.

Tae looked up at him, skin flushed and glowing, still catching his breath. "You're not gonna let me rest, huh?"

Joon leaned in, brushing his mouth along Tae's jaw, voice like velvet. "You asked me to call you baby again. I didn't say I won't let you rest."

Tae smiled, a bit dazed. "You're not mad I took the lead?"

"I'm impressed you lasted that long," Joon whispered, fingers grazing Tae's waist. "But now it's my turn to feel you slowly. And I want you here—" he tapped the counter, "—where I can see everything."

Tae shivered.

Tae-hyun didn't answer right away. His gaze swept Joon-won's face, lingering at the mouth still parted from breath, the furrow between his brows like he was trying not to lose control too quickly. He could feel the way Joon's fingers curled slightly at his waist, like they were resisting the urge to grip harder.

"You like seeing everything," Tae murmured, half teasing, half breathless. He leaned in to nuzzle just under Joon's ear. "You're always looking like you're trying to memorize me."

Joon didn't deny it. His voice came low, hands moving slowly up Tae's sides until they cupped his jaw. "Because I am."

That stilled him.

Tae blinked, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. He leaned into the touch without thinking, face tilted up. "That's risky."

Joon hummed, brushing their noses together. "So are you."

Tae exhaled a soft laugh, but it dissolved into silence when their eyes locked again. His fingers slid through the damp blond hair at Joon's nape, then curled there loosely. Their foreheads touched, lips brushing but not pressing, suspended in that electric breath before another kiss.

"But you seriously called me baby," Tae whispered, as if trying to remind himself. "You—never say things like that."

Joon's thumbs brushed his cheekbones. "That's not true."

"It is," Tae insisted, his voice trembling only slightly. "You don't say soft things. You act, you push, but when you said it, it was…different."

Joon's lips ghosted along his temple. "Because it felt different."

Tae's eyes fluttered shut. His arms came back around Joon's shoulders, holding tighter this time, like something in him was melting too fast. "Say it again."

"Baby."

A sound left Tae's throat, quiet and broken. His fingers clenched around Joon's neck.

He buried his face into Joon's shoulder, his voice muffled and his cheeks burning. "God, don't do that. I'll want it all the time."

Joon smiled into his skin, lips brushing Tae's temple. "Then want it."

They stayed there like that, holding each other, their bare skin warm under the kitchen light. It was too quiet for anything casual, too close for anything fleeting. The silence pressed down on them again, but now it was thick with meaning.

Tae eventually leaned back just a little, arms still loosely around Joon's neck. "Do you… ever think about what we're doing?" His eyes searched Joon's face, softer now. "Like, not just physically. Like why we keep letting this happen?"

Joon was quiet, visibly considering. Then he stepped closer again, his hands framing Tae's hips. "I think about it constantly."

That surprised Tae. "Really?"

Joon nodded slowly. "Especially when I get home. When I see her."

Tae stilled.

"And when I see my son," Joon added, voice low, like it ached. "He has your eyes, sometimes. That look you get when you're being stubborn."

Tae blinked. "You're imagining my eyes on your son?"

Joon smiled, almost bitter. "Don't twist it. You know what I mean."

Tae didn't speak for a long moment. Then he leaned back just enough to rest his palms on Joon's chest. "She loves you," he said. "Your wife."

"I know."

"Mine loves me too."

Joon tilted his head, his eyes searching Tae-hyun's with a slight frown. "So why do you still take off your ring?"

Tae's breath hitched, caught off guard, he averted his gaze for a second before looking into his eyes again. "Because I forget how heavy it is," he said honestly. "When I'm with you, it doesn't feel like the ring is mine anymore."

Joon's hands slid up his bare back, slow. "Mine hasn't felt like mine since that first night."

Tae closed his eyes, a soft chuckle escaping his chest.

"You scare the shit out of me," Joon added.

Tae opened his eyes again. "Why?"

"Because you look at me like you already knew how I'll fall apart."

Tae's fingers moved to his jaw, holding him there. "That's not a bad thing."

"No," Joon agreed. "But it's not safe either."

Tae smiled faintly, even as his chest ached. "Then let's keep being unsafe."

Joon didn't say anything more. He leaned in, kissed him slowly and carefully, like he was afraid of breaking something between them that had already cracked.

Their bodies stayed close, but the kiss stretched into something deeper than touch. It lingered. It stayed.

And still, neither reached for their rings.