DaiShun (The Boyfriend)

Chapter 23: I Want To Do It With You. Can I? ( part - 2)

As Dai's lips traced a tender path down Shun’s chest, they hovered over the softness of his skin, exploring the delicate curve of his collarbone before descending to the peak of one nipple. His tongue flicked across it, teasing and gentle at first, but soon his mouth enveloped the sensitive flesh, sucking with a fervor that made Shun’s back arch involuntarily. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, a warmth spreading from his chest to every nerve in his body. Shun's breath caught in his throat, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped his lips, his voice trembling with the sheer intensity of the sensation. "Mmmm," he murmured, the sound barely audible but filled with the weight of his desire.

Dai’s hand moved to the other nipple, his fingers circling it with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He pinched it gently, rolling it between his fingers as his tongue continued its assault on the other. The contrast between the firm pressure of his fingers and the wet heat of his mouth was intoxicating, sending Shun’s senses into overdrive. Every touch, every flick of Dai’s tongue, seemed to draw Shun deeper into a haze of pleasure, where nothing existed except the two of them and the electric current that pulsed between them.

When Dai finally released Shun’s nipple, his lips continued their descent, kissing a line down the center of Shun’s chest, over his ribcage, and toward the soft curve of his belly. Each kiss was placed with reverence, as if Dai were worshipping every inch of Shun’s body. When he reached Shun’s belly button, he pressed a kiss just below it. Shun’s skin tingled under the attention, and he felt a shiver run down his spine, the sensation both ticklish and arousing.

As Dai’s mouth moved lower, toward Shun’s waist, he suddenly paused. His lips hovered over the spot just above Shun’s hip, where a faint scar marred the otherwise flawless skin. Dai’s eyes narrowed as he focused on it, his expression shifting from one of pure desire to something more complex—a mixture of concern, curiosity, and tenderness. Shun, noticing the change, instinctively moved his hand to cover the scar, a flicker of insecurity crossing his face. But Dai was quicker. He gently caught Shun’s wrist, preventing him from hiding the mark, and met his gaze with eyes that were soft yet insistent.

"How did this happen?" Dai’s voice was low, filled with a warmth that matched the tenderness of his touch. His fingers traced the outline of the scar, as if trying to understand the story it told.

Shun hesitated for a moment, then sighed, his breath trembling as he spoke. "It’s nothing," he said, his voice almost dismissive, but there was an underlying sadness that Dai couldn’t ignore.

Dai shook his head, his hand still resting on Shun’s hip. "I want to know," he said, his tone gentle but firm, his eyes searching Shun’s face for the truth. He caressed Shun’s skin with his thumb, encouraging him to share.

Shun took a deep breath, the weight of old memories pressing down on him. "I was bullied in the orphanage when I was young," he admitted, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper. "I got it then." He tried to shrug it off, to act as if it didn’t matter anymore, but the lingering pain in his eyes betrayed him. "It’s all in the past. I barely remember it."

Dai’s expression softened further, a deep compassion filling his gaze. Without a word, he lowered his lips to the scar, pressing them against the roughened skin with a tenderness that made Shun’s heart ache. The kisses were slow, deliberate, and full of love—each one a silent vow to erase the pain that had been inflicted on Shun so long ago. Dai kissed the scar again and again, as if trying to heal the wound with the warmth of his breath, the softness of his lips. He kissed it as if he could kiss away the memories, replace them with something beautiful, something pure.

Shun watched him, his heart swelling with emotion he could barely contain. The affection, the care that Dai poured into each kiss, touched him in a way that words never could. It was as if Dai was telling him, without speaking, that he was loved, that he was cherished, and that nothing from his past could ever change that.

When Dai finally lifted his head, he met Shun’s eyes with a gaze that was intense and unwavering. "Now you won’t remember that at all," Dai said softly, his voice filled with conviction. "Whenever you look at the scar again, you’ll only remember me and my kisses."

Shun’s heart melted at the words, a tear slipping down his cheek as he smiled, the warmth of Dai’s love filling every corner of his being. He reached up to cup Dai’s face, his thumb brushing over Dai’s cheekbone as he whispered, "Thank you." The words were simple, but they carried the weight of everything Shun felt in that moment—the gratitude, the love, the deep sense of belonging that he had found in Dai’s arms.

Dai smiled back at him, his expression one of pure affection. He leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to Shun’s lips, sealing the promise he had made. The kiss was tender, sweet, and filled with the depth of their connection—a connection that went beyond the physical, reaching into the very core of their hearts.

As they lay there together, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in each other’s warmth. The past no longer mattered; all that existed was the love they shared, a love that had the power to heal, to transform, to make everything whole again.