Break The Distance

9

*This chapter is NSFW*

Your breath hitches and your heart races at the thought. Sure, you've technically been together for over a year, but it was all online. Does he really want to be with you that bad? You wonder if your touch is just as addicting to him as his touch is to you. 

You can feel his warm breath on your neck, and his touch tingles throughout your body. On the other hand, Jisung is trying his best to remain confident. He doesn't want to push you more than you're comfortable with, but seeing you in person and being able to touch you and confirm that you're not just a part of his imagination is driving him wild. And then seeing you in a tank top and shorts with all that lean muscle, not to mention your ability to lift and carry him like it's nothing.

"Sure," you breathe out, the word coming out so soft you're not sure he can hear you.

But he does, and those soft lips you've been staring at for the past year are on your neck and kissing down your collarbone. It sends a shiver down your spine. You sigh and tangle your hands in his hair before pulling his head up.

"Can I kiss you, Ji?" you ask, pushing him through the doorway to the bathroom.

"Please... yes"

Your lips are on his and both of you finally feel release from the tension you've been feeling since Jisung arrived. He's backed against the bathroom counter, your knee between his legs as your tongues fight for dominance. His hands are under your tank top, sending shivers up your spine as he massages your waist gently. Each touch is a mix of gentle soulmate warmth and searing heat that goes straight to your core.

You break for air and Jisung groans, his perfect hair askew.

"Can I take these off?" you ask, pulling at the hem of his shirt and the drawstrings of his sweatpants.

He nods and quickly takes off his shirt, tossing it to the side on the counter before biting his lip and tugging at your top. You comply and add it to his shirt on the counter, stepping away so you're not boxing him in. Jisung slowly pulls his sweats off, and you take the time to appreciate his developing muscles- they're not over-the-top, more subtle, but you can see it in his every movement. Jisung has such a slender waist that you want to just run your hands over to feel the contrast to the curve of his hips.

The moment he's done pulling his sweats down, you're back on him, lifting him onto the counter so you can appreciate his muscles. Your hands go to his waist as your lips kiss down his neck and he whines softly, his hips bucking lightly. He leans back against the shelves for linen, careful not to smudge your new mirror.

"Fuck, so pretty Ji," you mumble against his skin as you trace shapes into his sides.

Jisung shudders and his breath becomes more rapid; you can feel his heart racing under your lips as you press a firm kiss to the crook of his neck. He lets out a startled moan, the hand not propping him up rushing to cover his mouth.

"Don't hide from me. I want to hear all the pretty noises you make," you look up at him, gently moving his hand from his mouth.

He nods, gulping. You smile and kiss down his chest, firmly placing your hands on his hips as you tease the sensitive part of his side with your tongue before nipping lightly at the skin. Jisung chokes on another moan as you hold his hips in place and trail a series of little nips across his sides and stomach. You can see the bulge in his boxers growing and his noises getting louder- he likes the nips.

"Please, Y/N," he whines, shivering as one of your hands traces along part of his spine while you get closer to his neck again.

"Please, what?" you ask, pausing.