Immortal Desire || SanHwa / Seonghwa x San

12. Desire

All San could feel was euphoria.

He had felt so emtpy when Jongho left him. Writhing on the bed unable to get comfortable, the pain eating away at him. He was so desperate for relief.

But now, lying shirtless with his bare upper body pressed against a shirtless Jongho, hands massaging his back, San felt so good.

All the pain was dissipating, until the only aches he felt were in his hips and legs.

It was the most painless he had ever felt in his life.

To think he thought Yunho was mad for suggesting their shirts be taken off before Jongho laid down with San on top again.

Yunho was a blessing.

A soft sound of satisfaction left San's lips as Jongho's large hand ran over the side of his ribs, relieving pain he hadn't even realised was there.

His cheek was pressed against the older's chest, hearing a soft, slow heartbeat, and feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed.

And he smelled so nice. Like cinnamon. And camp-fire smoke. It was so subtle but so comforting.

As if San wasn't already about to go crazy with all this...intimacy, Jongho had the audacity, a cautious, insecure one, but an audacity nonetheless, to kiss San's hair.

They were alone, but it had San blushing as if embarrassed in front of hundreds of people.

Jongho's hands felt hot as they splayed across the skin of San's back. San could only wrap his arms under Jongho's torso to hold him tightly, and press himself deeper against the older.

"Where else does it hurt?" Jongho's whisper raised shivers across San's shoulder where his breath danced across his skin.

His body felt like puddy.

"J-just my hips and legs..." San too whispered, as if he feared scaring the silence away.

Jongho took a deep breath, letting his fingers dance across the wasitband of San's sweatpants.

"Can I?" He asked softly, letting his thumbs slip under the hem just slightly.

San could only nod against his chest, not trusting his voice at all.

Jongho was slow, careful, and very gentle and he slid his hands under San's pants, letting the skin of his palms and fingers trace the sides of the youngers hips.

The soft sounds that escaped San's lips left his heart sporadic, and keeping his breath slow and stable was becoming an effort.

Jongho had every right to be nervous. He had no idea what he was doing. He had never done anything beyond hug his brother. This, the intimacy, the touching, the sounds that were making heat pool in areas he'd never felt before, it all had him on nervous edge.

For 20 years he had been forced to listen to his brothers talk about sex. Hell, he'd even accidently walked in on Mingi and Yunho having at each other, and never once had he ever understood the desire or the drive people seemed to have.

Yet now, as his hands almost shakily rubbed along San's cheeks, he got it.

That burning in the pit of his stomach, the butterflies in his chest as San let out a relaxed whimper into his chest...

It had Jongho exhaling so sweetly into San's hair, giving him another kiss that had San's whole face burning.

San was by now oblivious to any pain left on his body. Completely distracted by another feeling of desire burning inside.

A desire he felt like he'd been feeling his entire life without knowing it, that only now he was receiving relief for.

He wanted kisses elsewhere. He wanted to feel Jongho's lips on his skin, his cheek, forehead, neck, chest...lips.

But there was no way San had to confidence to instigate it, or ask for it, so his only solution...was to kiss Jongho's chest.

He had never kissed anyone, but it felt right.

He felt Jongho breathe deeply, and he squeezed San's ass in response. San had to bite his lip to silence himself.

"Jongho..." San breathlessly whispered.

That broke him.

Jongho removed one of his hands and brought it up to grace his fingers under San's chin, lifting his head up.

He watched a soft red dust San's cheeks and a pout grace his lips.

He had to.

And he did.

He lifted his head and kissed San's lips.

They both metled into each other, moving their lips in perfect sync.

Jongho kissed San like it was his only purpose in life. His lips so gentle against the younger's, yet there was no ignoring the heated desire he felt.

He tangled one of his hands in San's soft hair, while his other moved from up from under his pants to his lower back, pressing down and eliciting a soft moan from himself at the pressure against his hips.

He couldn't help his tongue tracing San's lips, tasting him, and tasting sweetness.

San parted his lips, moving himself further up Jongho's body so the older could rest his head back down onto the pillows, and he shamelessly moaned when Jongho's tongue pushed against his own.

Feeling his tongue, tasting it, both their breaths were laboured as the last of Jongho's resolve crumbled.

He couldn't help but remember when he first saw San.

He couldn't stop staring. San had been so beautiful, is still so beautiful, but he had felt so overwhelmingly protective and possessive of San in that once instant, Jongho had never been so confused in his life.

Jongho barely heard anything Yunho told him that day, he had been so distracted by the soft skin his hands now graced, the lips his own were now tasting, the voice that had shaken him to his core that now moaned so sweetly for him.

Jongho had never been able to get this boy out of his head since meeting him, and now he will never be able to let him out of his arms.

He was pulled from his fantasy when San pulled away from his lips, quite literally panting and inhaling air as if deprived of it.

He whimpered slightly as he let his forehead rest on Jongho's chest, heavy breaths fanning the older's skin and giving rise to gooseflesh.

Jongho pressed his face into San's hair, breathing into it and breathing in his scent.

"Where have you been all this time..." Jongho breathed, wrapping his arms tightly around San's shoulders and kissing his hair, unable to stop himself.

"I should have been right here..." San whispered back.

The room was quiet, their heavy breaths the only sound as they soaked up each other's company.

Jongho smiled at what seemed like the only coherent word that floated around in his mind.

He opened his eyes, looking down at San's blonde hair and half bare body sprawled across his own. Their legs were tangled beneath the sheets, and San's beautiful back glistened in the warm light from candles that lit the room.

He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes and reminiscing the feel of San's lips against his own.

Mine...