and, to be honest

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"can you sit down?" gun demands. he's scared the boy might run away before they finish talking. the scowl on tinn's face never leaves.

thankfully he gives in and sits down at the very edge of the bed. the same position as before, his legs spread apart and his hands behind supporting his body.

"did you fall out of love? we were doing just fine.." tinn's voice fades at the end. he shakes his head immediately, slightly irking from sudden haziness.

gun approaches him and, "i've never loved anyone more." softly says. despite his aching head right now, he still never manages to lose the butterflies he gets being around tinn.

tinn furrows his eyebrows, confused. "you make no sense, gun." he harshly continues, "don't waste my time if you won't give me the proper reason."

gun doesn't talk. keeping eye contact with his first love, he just slowly gets closer. tinn's chest heaves up and down the nearer he is, his nervousness growing.

how can gun do this to him? they've been apart for way too long for tinn's ears to get red looking at gun's eyes. they're so captivating and seducing.

"you'll never know," his tone lowers. tinn almost looks away when gun's hand lands on the side of his neck. "how much i missed you." he whispers.

tinn jerks his head away, not wanting to be touched yet simultaneously heating up. "i don't wanna hear it. you're not answering me. i'm leaving." he brings his anger back.

"when did you get this?" gun traces a finger over his neck, deaf to tinn's words. it's the same spot he had a tattoo and tinn's skin shivers at the contact.

gun's dreamy voice melts him. "i—i don't remember." he replies. "what does it say?" his breath brushes over his neck. that's how close gun had gotten and tinn's finding it hard to compose himself any longer.

the tattoo was in chinese. protect and peace, one under another. "gun, get off of me." tinn breathes out instead of answering, grabbing the boy by his waist to push him off.

they're both drunk and he can feel himself slipping away because of the clingy gun in between his legs.

"tinn.." gun whines. he halts. maybe his heart too. "i think i like you mad." an alluring smile appears on his lips before his hands start rubbing tinn's neck.

how does he respond to that? and to the leg that presses against his bulge? tinn has never been in a situation like this, and having gun do it just makes everything more extreme.

gun's hand continues weakening him. "i thought we'd never see each other again. i missed your face everyday.." the boy rambles drunkenly.

"gun." tinn groans and slightly throws his head back. his pants are so tight now it makes him breath harder. and gun is fully aware.

"did you miss me at all?" he finally sits down on his lap. right over tinn's bulge. "gun, what are you doing?" he asks. he knows they're both virgins, and drunk too. isn't he also mad at gun? they have multiple reasons to stop this right now.

but gun makes him look at him, knowing his weakness. before he could react, the younger lands a kiss on tinn's neck.

the hand on gun's waist tightens. shock consumes tinn's body at the fast pace. he can feel the wetness of gun's tongue.

gun mouths his neck and gets even closer to do so. tinn groans when the boy knowingly moves on top of his bulge. he's not even leaving kisses anymore, he's directly sucking.

his other hand pulls down the short chain on tinn's sweatshirt. tinn turns his head away, subconsciously letting access to his even more exposed neck.

gun doesn't spare time. his eagerness translates into the rough sucking on the elder's neck. everytime gun runs his tongue over his skin, tinn whimpers.