In These Arms [mxm]

Chapter 9 - Shattered pieces

Chanyeol didn't resist my kiss; rather, he forced his tongue between my lips until the both of ours entangled. For me, no more than a few months had passed, but for Chanyeol whose hand etched its way to my throat, endured seven long and agonizing years alone. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around the back of his head as I reveled in the familiar taste of his tongue. This moment filled me with the warmth and passion I'd grown so afraid that I might never get to feel again. Without breaking the kiss, his hand scooped my lower back and turned me so that I lay flat on my back.

My hands moved down his chest and to the bottom of his shirt, trying to lift it up while he rocked against me. Both of our breathing grew heavy and labored while I resisted every temptation to let out a single sound. To do so, I was afraid that it could sway him back to reality, and that he'd turn his back on me before we could have this moment. The broken parts inside of me moved to a place where they could no longer reach. In this moment, I'd finally returned to Chanyeol. I melted into his touch, wishing that I could kiss and melt into every inch of his beautiful body.

Clinging to Chanyeol as he moved to unbuckle my pants, I pulled myself up slightly and ran my tongue down his neck, throat, and collarbone. I kissed him everywhere I could, reveling in his taste. Any chance that came, he did the same to me, sending tingles down my body and all the way to my toes. I clenched his shoulders, breathing hard while my desire for his touch consumed me.

Thoughts circled through my mind as I saw him sitting above me with a dark and provocative stare, straddling my legs so that I couldn't go anywhere even if I wanted to. I tried to understand what he was feeling. His lover had returned after years, and in his mind, I was the lover who betrayed him. This anger, hunger and yearning in his eyes was dangerous because it was built up based on a misunderstanding. A cruel and unfair misunderstanding.

As we continued to embrace one another and explore each other's body's, I realized that this was going to go a lot farther than I had envisioned. Chanyeol made this clear when he scooped me in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. There was a giant bed that took up almost the entire space, surrounded by wardrobe mirrors that spanned across almost the entire walls. He placed me down gently onto the black silk cover and leaned forward, placing a tender but passionate kiss on my forehead as he stroked my hair. This moment of warm and gentle affection was short-lived as he seemed to catch himself, and quickly resumed that role of passionate aggression that he'd displayed from the beginning.

The more we lost ourselves in this passion, the more desperate he became. I lifted my hips and legs to allow him easier access as he scrambled to remove my pants, then fumbled with his own buckle. He kissed my knees that remained upended in the air, trailing his lips down until he was kissing along my upper thigh and pelvis. His breath was so warm on my skin as he concentrated on these areas while pulling off his jeans.

My eyes closed as I drew in a deep breath, feeling my senses heighten as his breath tickled my skin and caused my hairs to raise. This was exactly what I wanted, but he needed to know everything first. Once he'd freed himself of his clothes and had himself positioned between my legs, the starving, carnal desire that exuded from his stare finally caused something in me to panic. He said he preferred me dead than having betrayed him. He said it was easier to bear. There was no reason to hide this anymore. I couldn't let this continue with such an unbearably immense misunderstanding.

I bolted upright and said, "None of it's true."

Chanyeol, who'd just been getting ready to enter me, stilled as he looked at me through dazed and hooded eyes. His lips were slightly parted as his chest and shoulders heaved, panting as his brows furrowed, looking at me with confusion. "What?"