𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐙 | offgun

two | wet dreamz 🔞

The door echoed with a rhythmic knock, compelling Off to rise from his seat, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected visitor. As he swung open the door, the sight that greeted him was the back of a person whose identity escaped him. "What are you doing here?" Off inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and intrigue.

Gun turned slowly, facing Off with a gaze that bore the weight of unspoken intentions. The silence between them hung briefly in the air, Off's anticipation palpable as he awaited Gun's response. "I wanted to apologize," Gun confessed, his words sincere and laced with regret.

"You've already offered your apologies," Off replied, moving to close the door in a bid to end the encounter. However, Gun swiftly thwarted this intention by inserting his foot in the doorway, effectively blocking Off's exit.

"I wanted to apologize in person," Gun explained, asserting himself as he pushed past Off, entering the space uninvited. "Not bad. I expected worse."

With a resigned sigh, Off closed the door and conceded, "I accept your apology. Now, if you could refrain from critiquing my apartment, kindly make your exit."

Ignoring Off's repeated requests for him to leave, Gun continued to traversed from room to room, progressing from the kitchen to the living room, until they finally arrived at the bedroom. It was there that Gun finally broke the silence, uttering, "I still haven't truly accepted my own apology."

Off stood perplexed, trying to decipher Gun's cryptic statement. Before he could voice his confusion or concern, Gun seized him by his T-shirt and gently pushed him onto the bed.

Gun assumed a dominant position atop Off, catching the older man off guard with his sudden assertiveness. Without warning, Gun's lips ventured to nibble on Off's earlobe, eliciting a tremor in Off's breath. "Wh-What are you..." Off began, his words faltering under the unexpected intimacy.

"Shh, no talking," Gun whispered softly into Off's ear, his lips gradually making their way toward Off's. He initiated a kiss, and it took Off a moment to fully comprehend the situation. Yet, he found himself responding, almost as if his body was acting on autopilot.

Gun softly bit Off's lip, silently requesting entry, and Off, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, acquiesced. A small, involuntary moan escaped Gun's lips as the two locked into a heated exchange, their tongues entwining in a passionate and electrifying dance.

As the urgency of their passion grew, they reluctantly broke their intense kiss, gasping for breath in the oxygen-deprived room. Gun's voice was heavy with desire as he asked, "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted for this? How long I've wanted you?"

With a newfound awareness of their shared longing, Off replied, "I suppose I do now."

Refusing to let the moment slip away, Off pulled Gun back into his embrace, his hands firmly gripping Gun's waist. Their bodies pressed together, and the friction between them ignited a thrilling sensation. Gun began to rhythmically grind against Off, their desire palpable in the heated air.

As the intensity of their connection deepened, Gun's lips embarked on an exploratory journey, trailing down Off's neck. He placed fervent, lingering kisses, each one leaving a trail of marks akin to delicate butterfly wings, a testament to their passionate encounter.

Off's breath hitched in response to the sudden, chilling sensation of Gun's cold hands slipping beneath his shirt. Goosebumps erupted across his skin as Gun's fingers made contact, delicately tracing patterns across his torso.

Gun's touch sent shivers of pleasure through Off, and as he continued, his fingers deftly teased and tugged at Off's sensitive nipples. The pleasure intensified, causing Off to instinctively reach for his own shirt. Guided by Gun's firm yet gentle direction, Off began to peel it off, revealing his desire and vulnerability in the dimly lit room.