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Meld - Chapter 9

HEESEUNG'S POV

I pressed my lips to his cautiously at first, the softest peck, just enough to test the waters. Sunoo's foxy eyes widened, locking onto mine and for a moment, everything around us seemed to freeze.

There was nothing but the feeling of his breath mixing with mine, the way his lashes fluttered as if he too wished for time to stop. When his lips returned the kiss, it was like the air had been knocked out of me.

His small hands reached up, trembling just slightly as they fisted in the collar of my shirt. It was then I noticed it—how nervous he was. It made something primal stir inside me, a rush of possessiveness I could hardly control.

My hand instinctively found it's place on his waist, my grip tightening as I pulled him closer trying to drown out the gap between us. Sunoo took a sharp breath but didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into me, his kiss growing more passionate as he tilted his head.

The taste of him, the softness of his lips—it was intoxicating.

He whimpered and that soft sound sent a jolt straight through my body. Every brush of our lips became more fevered, more desperate, our tongues moving together in a rhythm that neither of us wanted to stop.

The way he gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer, clutching desperately at my shirt—it told me everything I needed to know. He wanted this just as much as I did. The little noises he made, the breathy moans escaping between kisses made it hard to think of anything other than the desire pooling low in my stomach.

I could feel it though—how inexperienced he was. Sunoo's movements were uncertain, clumsy almost, but god, that only made it hotter. He was giving himself to me, fully and willingly and that innocence only made me crave more.

His small frame trembled slightly against me as I held him tighter, pressing him to my chest. Because of our height difference, he was struggling to keep up with the intensity of our kiss, his lips barely managing to stay aligned with mine as I devoured him. His lips were swollen now, glistening and parted as he gasped for air between kisses.

“Sunoo…” I growled low against his mouth and he shuddered violently.

The need to protect him, to dominate him, twisted in my chest and at the same time, I could feel how badly I wanted to wreck him. His fragile body in my hands, his soft lips—god, I wanted to claim him so badly that it hurts.

My fingers dug deeper into the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him closer, closer, until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between us.

“Fuck… you're driving me crazy,” I murmured against his lips, my voice huskier than usual and rough with desire.

Sunoo’s eyes were half-lidded, dazed with the same lust that was coursing through me but his vulnerability, his hesitation was what made me lose it. How could someone so small, so delicate, have this effect on me?

How could he be so damn beautiful while kissing me? It was driving me insane. My mouth found his again, rougher this time and greedier. His breath hitched and he stood on his toes, trying to match my height as he chased after my lips.

"Mmnh… H-hyung…" He whimpered softly, his breath shaky as his small hands clutched tighter onto my shirt. His eyes were fluttering shut again and his lips parted just enough to let out the most enticing little gasp.

A smirk tugged at my lips. Sunoo was trying so hard to keep up with me but I could feel him slipping, could feel the way his knees wobbled under the weight of our kiss. I tightened my grip on his waist, lifting him slightly until he gasped into my mouth.