Mingyu and Seungcheol are close friends that discovered their sexuality accidentally. Because of this, they started their relationship that explores each other and fulfill each other's desires discreetly from their friends, partner and families. No...
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The tall guy carried the blonde in his arms, their mouths locked in a kiss that deepened with every step toward the bedroom. Mingyu didn't break it—not when he opened the door with his foot, not even when he gently laid Cheol down on the bed like something precious.
Their eyes met under the soft golden light of the bedside lamp, shadows dancing across the walls like a quiet witness to what they were about to become.
Mingyu leaned down and pressed a kiss to Cheol's temple before slowly tugging his shorts off, never rushing, never rough. Cheol followed suit, their movements in sync, like they already knew each other's rhythm.
Once bare, Mingyu climbed over him, their bodies pressed together as they kissed again—this time slower, deeper, like a promise being made in silence. They scooted up the bed, lips still joined, fingers brushing skin like whispers.
Mingyu's kisses trailed from Cheol's lips down to his neck, to the curve of his collarbone. He took his time, tasting, savoring, making Cheol gasp and tremble under his touch. Each kiss felt different from before—less lust, more meaning. Like he was telling him: You're safe. You matter. I'm here.
Cheol's breaths grew uneven, but not from fear—from the overwhelming tenderness. He felt wanted, seen. Loved.
Mingyu looked up at him, hand wrapped gently around Cheol's arousal. His dark eyes bore into Cheol's like they were asking for something deeper than consent—a piece of his soul, a shared heartbeat.
"You ready?" he asked, voice low and raspy, thick with both restraint and desire.
Cheol bit his lip, nodding, heart thudding in his chest. "The way you want me."
Mingyu kissed the corner of his mouth before slowly lowering himself. When his lips wrapped around Cheol's length, the blonde man arched his back with a soft, broken moan. It wasn't just the pleasure—it was who was giving it.
Every flick of Mingyu's tongue, every gentle suck, sent waves of warmth through Cheol's body. He tangled his fingers in the other's hair, eyes fluttering shut, surrendering completely to the intimacy of it.
After a few minutes, Mingyu rose, breathless and flushed. He straddled Cheol gently, his hardened length brushing the other's lips. Cheol leaned in, kissing it first before taking him in fully, hands smoothing over Mingyu's thighs and waist like he was memorizing every inch of him.
His movements were unhurried but full of need, making Mingyu groan lowly, jaw clenched as he braced himself on the wall. Every now and then, he had to stop, overwhelmed by the sensation, but Cheol only smiled and let him take his time.
Then Mingyu stood and made his way to the foot of the bed. He lifted Cheol's legs gently, pressing soft kisses to his inner thighs before reaching for the lube.
