𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐙 | offgun

twelve | not another wet dream 🔞

'how did i get here?' was all gun could question himself. there was not a single thought lingering behind his beautiful doe eyes. his mind was full of haze as he watched off take off his shirt.

just an hour ago they were on the beach, and now they're in guns hotel room. how they got here was also a bit of a blur. and the last thing gun could properly remember was inviting off into his room after he kindly walked him back.

guns heart raced as off inched closer, the dim light of the room casting shadows across his toned chest. offs hands reached for guns shirt, their fingers brushing slightly as he helped him out of it. the contact sent shivers down guns spine, making him gasp ever so softly.

they stood there for a moment, doing everything just to avoid each other's gaze. offs eyes were dark, filled with an intensity gun had never seen before. he felt a pull, almost as if it was a magnetic force that drew him towards off, making him forget everything else.

offs lips crashed against guns, the kiss was soft yet urgent and hungry. gun responded with equal fervor, his hands placed on offs chest, feeling the heat of his skin. they stumbled backwards and onto the bed, their bodies pressing together, fueled by a desire neither had ever expected.

offs lips moved from guns mouth to his jaw, then down to his neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses. gun arched his back, a soft moan escaping his lips as offs hands explored his body, finding sensitive spots he, himself, never knew he had.

guns own hands were not idle; they traced the lines of offs muscles, committing every inch of his body to memory. he felt offs breath hitch as his fingers brushed over his hips, a small victory amid their fervent exploration.

off couldn't help but be reminded of consent. off felt compelled to make sure gun wanted the same things as he did. verbal consent is always a must when it comes to any partner. making his way back to guns jawline, offs voice was a low growl in his ear. "are you okay with this?"

"yes," gun nodded breathlessly. he knew he should've been saying no. he literally hated off, and not to mention, this was going to complicate their relationship ten times more but his body didn't allow him. this is what he wanted. each and every touch done by off left a fiery pleasure that gun had never felt before. "please don't stop," he pleaded, wanting more.

they were kissing again. it was heated, burning guns lips, tracing a fire down his throat into his chest and stomach.

and lower.

gun guessed off must've felt the same as his next move was to undress. hands frantically began to search each other, discarding clothes erratically, each piece hitting the floor with a soft thud, leaving only their boxers on. skin against skin, they moved together, their rhythms syncing as if they had done this almost a thousand times before.

offs mouth had hardly left the other which left guns mind in a whirlwind of sensations. every touch and every kiss drove him closer to the edge. gun had never felt this much desire before that it almost pained him due to how vastly he became erect.

gun let out another gasp, his head tilting back as off began to nibble and suck at his neck once more. this time, off also began to go lower. his mouth scoured down to the smallers chest to his belly and then stopped just at the fly on guns boxers.

off hooks his fingers beneath the waistband, gently tugging it down, making guns cock spring out from the clothing. guns tip leaked precum and his shaft throbbed and pulsated.

off made his way to glance up at gun who was too out of it to even notice him look at him. his plump lips were parted and his breathing was shallow.

bringing his attention back to the sight in front of him, off wraps his hand around the bottom of guns shaft and leans in, his lips brushing the tip ever so slightly. to make it more comfortable, off placed guns legs over his shoulders before he began to lick the precum that slowly spurred out, soon, immediately engulfing it.