Their Connected Worlds

Because It's You ᴿ¹⁸

[ WARNING: This chapter contains sexual scenes.]

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With each passing day, he may have been growing more and more hooked on being intimate with Eujae. He can't be sure when his lover's mouth has become much more delightful and sweeter than a chocolate cake, but in his mind, he accepts that Eujae's kisses have long soared on top of his favorite tastes.

A small whine escapes Poll's throat as Eujae draws back from their liplock and the gentle hand leaves his aching privates.

He stares dumbly at his hands, which are gripping his boyfriend's collar, before he raises his head. With a tone that matches his pleading gaze, he utters, "Eujae."

More. He wants more—no, he needs more—of his man's caresses.

As if he comprehends the rest of the male twin's thoughts, Eujae makes an understanding smile. He pecks Poll's nose and lips. "Just give me a second to remove your clothes, baby."

Poll watches anxiously as Eujae undoes the buttons of his pajama top. A single second starts to feel like an hour. The waiting has become too painful for the male twin while his lover takes his sweet time unfastening his shirt. He itches to grab the task from the taller man and finish it quicker, but he doesn't want to rob him of the moment.

After what seems like an eternity, Eujae reaches the last button. He parts the plackets to expose Poll's chest and stomach without fully discarding the shirt.

Looking up, Eujae smirks while his fingers fiddle on the hem of the former's pajama top.

Poll widens his eyes upon recognizing the deviousness in his lover's expression. "You were just teasing me again," he accuses, a sense of being cheated surfaces, figuring that his boyfriend had purposely dragged out the unbuttoning.

Eujae chuckles. His mouth strikes the male twin's collarbone before it travels up to his neck and stops near his ear. "God, so impatient," he whispers, slipping his hands on Poll's unfastened shirt to grab his bare waists and pull him closer.

The male twin breathes deeply, shuddering at the contact.

"Wasn't this the same small angry bean who told me we couldn't do anything just a while ago?" Eujae brushes his lips against the sensitive area behind Poll's ear. "But I have to say, I really love the way you call my name with that desperate voice. It's erotic."

Before Poll can say anything, he feels himself being lifted from the ground.

Eujae deposits the male twin on the soft chair while he remains kneeling on the floor, trailing wet kisses on the smaller man's chest.

Poll throws his head back and leans on the couch, relishing on the delicious sensations that his lover's tongue stirs up from deep inside him. He curls his hand into a fist in front of his mouth, closes his eyes, and keeps calling Eujae's name in an uneven, clingy voice.

His body has become feverish. Every inch of his skin, which his gorgeous lover licks and strokes, quivers with anticipation. It doesn't help that Eujae is doing everything leisurely, as if to let his touches linger longer, as if to make sure he leaves Poll wanting for more.

The male twin suddenly opens his eyes as his pants slide off his legs. He peers down just in time for Eujae to throw the garment on the floor.

Poll has no time to react to the fresh development when his boyfriend gets on the couch and maneuvers him to lie down. Eujae holds Poll's parted upper legs and angles his head to the side, kissing the male twin's inner thigh.

A raging blush takes over the smaller man's face, his heart beating wildly, once his lover meets his gaze. Smirking, Eujae moves his mouth higher on Poll's leg, higher and higher, until he pauses a fraction away from the burning region below his stomach.