A garden for two | heehoon

★stare and caress

Heeseung settled between Sunghoon's legs with a slow, deliberate motion, the warmth of his breath ghosting over Sunghoon’s skin, sending shivers up his spine.

His eyes were dark, filled with an intensity that made Sunghoon's heart race, the anticipation coiling tighter with each passing second.

Heeseung's lips pressed soft kisses to the inside of Sunghoon's thighs, his mouth tracing a path from the sensitive skin near his knee up toward the apex of his legs.

Each kiss was a mix of tenderness and heat, the sensation growing more electric as Heeseung’s lips traveled higher.

The softness of his lips contrasted with the occasional nip of his teeth, playful and teasing, making Sunghoon's breath hitch in his throat.

Sunghoon's hands flew to his mouth, his fingers pressing against his lips as he tried to stifle the gasps that threatened to escape.

The sensation was almost too much, each kiss, each bite, driving him closer to the edge.

He could feel the desperation rising within him, his body trembling with the effort to stay quiet, just as Heeseung had asked.

But it was becoming harder with each passing second, with each touch that left his skin tingling, his body aching for more.

Heeseung moved closer, his lips leaving a heated trail up Sunghoon’s thigh until he was mere inches away from where Sunghoon needed him most.

The tension was unbearable, the anticipation making Sunghoon’s breath come in shallow, rapid bursts.

Heeseung paused, his mouth hovering just above Sunghoon’s entrance, his breath warm against the sensitive skin.

Sunghoon bit down on his hand, his chest heaving with the effort to stay silent.

Then, with a deliberate slowness that had Sunghoon’s entire body quaking with need, Heeseung dipped his head and pressed his tongue against Sunghoon’s entrance, the touch firm and wet.

Sunghoon’s back arched off the bed, a muffled cry escaping from behind his hand, his fingers digging into his own skin as he struggled to contain the sounds that threatened to spill out.

Heeseung's hands gripped Sunghoon’s hips with a possessive firmness, holding him in place as his tongue continued to explore, to taste, the sensation driving Sunghoon wild.

The pressure of Heeseung’s hands grounding him while his mouth drove him to the brink of madness was a dizzying contrast, a mix of control and surrender that left Sunghoon trembling beneath him.

Each stroke of Heeseung’s tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through Sunghoon’s body, the sensation overwhelming, making it nearly impossible to keep quiet.

Sunghoon’s thighs trembled, his toes curling as he tried to suppress the moans that bubbled up in his throat, his entire being consumed by the feeling of Heeseung’s mouth on him.

Sunghoon’s hips jerked involuntarily, his body instinctively seeking more contact, more of the pleasure that Heeseung was giving him.

But Heeseung’s strong hands held him steady, his grip firm, a reminder of the control he wielded over Sunghoon’s body.

As Heeseung’s mouth worked him, Sunghoon’s mind spiraled, every nerve alight with the intensity of the sensations coursing through him.

He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level.

It was a battle.

A battle that Sunghoon knew he was losing, the intensity of the pleasure washing over him in waves, each one stronger than the last.