𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢 | 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑*̑𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡*̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.

Jeongin sat in Chans passenger seat as they drove to the olders apartment.

It was a miserable ride, simply because he wanted Chan so much that body bones ached for him. They'd decided to go over to the olders since they didn't want to wake anyone up with their shenanigans.

They walked inside, Jeongin taking in the familiarity of it all. The memories he had there and the way that he'd fallen in love in this very apartment.

There was a few seconds of silence shared between them as Chan flipped on lights and the apartment was lit up in dim orange lighting.

Chan was on him in a moments time, kissing Jeongin deeply and hungrily as he didn't want to waste anymore time with someone he so desperately needed.

They could talk later. They could talk about it all later when he didn't have the deep fires inside of him.

Small sounds escaped Jeongins lips as he was pressed up against the door, hands placed above his head and Chans body pressing so firmly against his own.

They were feral.

Chans hands pressed at the back of Jeongins thighs as he pulled him up, pressing his hips against the others as his tongue slipped through his lips.

No words had to be spoken.. nothing had to be said to know what the other was thinking. It was a sweet melody playing in their kisses.. playing in the way Chans hands rubbed along his body alas he released his hands.

Chan carried Jeongin to the bedroom, laying him down on the bed and was over him in a moments time.

Clothes were too much for Jeongin as he pulled Chans shirt over his head and threw it somewhere. Their lips were only apart long enough to get it off and were back on each others immediately.

Everything was rushed and it didn't even matter to either of them.

Jeongin reached down and slipped Chans pajama pants down his thighs and the other aided in taking them off and kicking them somewhere on the floor.

sounds of anticipation escaped Chans lips, desire flooding through them as he slipped his hand behind Jeongins back and sat him up a little bit. Chans hands grabbed at the hem of Jeongins shirt, his hands too fast to be able to grab it properly. Finally he got a good grip and ripped it over Jeongins head and threw it.

Jeongin let out a harsh breath as he lifted his hips, Chan pulling his shorts and underwear off in a single jerk. Everything was rough and rushed but it only furthered Jeongins desire.

It had been months. Months and months and months since he'd had Chan and he was reeling in the idea of it.

Jeongin stayed in his half sitting up position and pulled Chans boxers down and the other once again kicked them away somewhere on the floor.

And they were kissing again, hungrily and deeply as their bodies pressed together fully. Without the clothes separating them, Jeongin was desperate.

More desperate than he had ever, ever been for Chan.

Their bodies rocked together as they kissed even though nothing was really happening besides the kissing and touching at the moment. Deep kisses that had them both breathing hard and letting out soft hums as they lay there together. Jeongins legs wrapped tightly around Chans waist and holing him there to never leave again.

Chan was the ocean and Jeongin was the waves. Chan was the river and Jeongin was the currents. Chan was the tree and Jeongin was the water keeping it alive. Chan was the riptides and Jeongin was the sand getting swept deeper and deeper into him.