Boldly Curved

Chapter 6

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the expansive balcony where kook and Tae stood. The breeze was warm and inviting, rustling through the lush potted plants that lined the edges, and the large canopy bed in the corner was draped in soft, white linens that fluttered gently in the wind.

It was a perfect day—bright, warm, and secluded. Tae had always loved this spot; it was one of the few places where they could steal moments of privacy away from the eyes of the staff and guards who constantly hovered around the mansion.

kook stood by the railing, gazing out over the city skyline. His suit jacket was off, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong, tanned forearms.

He looked every inch the composed CEO, with his posture straight and his expression contemplative, as if his mind was already on the next business deal. But Tae’s eyes weren’t on the view or the city below—they were fixed solely on kook, soaking in every detail of his presence.

“Princess,” Tae called out softly, his voice tinged with a playful whine. He walked over to kook with that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

“Can we cuddle? I want to cuddle bare. Without anything between us.” Tae’s tone was half pleading, half teasing, his puppy-like eyes wide and imploring as he edged closer to kook.

kook turned to face him, raising an eyebrow at the request. “Tae, no,” he said firmly, though his voice lacked the usual sharpness.

He knew Tae well enough to recognize the signs of an impending persuasion attempt, but he also knew how easily he could be swayed by those earnest eyes. “You’re insatiable,” kook added with a faint smirk, shaking his head as if trying to maintain his resolve. “We’re not doing that here.”

Tae pouted, leaning in closer until he was almost pressed against kook. He reached out, his fingers grazing lightly over kook’s waist, the touch gentle but insistent. “Princess, please,” Tae murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper as he rested his forehead against kook’s shoulder.

“I just want to feel you. No barriers, no clothes. Just you and me, like this.” He tugged lightly at the hem of kook’s shirt, his fingers brushing against the warm skin underneath.

kook inhaled sharply at the contact, his gaze flickering down to Tae’s hands as they roamed over his torso. “Tae, we can’t just—” he started, but his words faltered as Tae’s hands found their way under his shirt, sliding up his chest with a familiar confidence.

Tae knew exactly what he was doing; his touch was soft, almost reverent, but there was an underlying hunger that was impossible to ignore.

“Come on, princess,” Tae coaxed, his voice low and sultry. He let his fingers drift up to kook’s collarbone, tracing the line of his neck with a feather-light touch. “No one’s around. It’s just us. I promise I’ll behave… mostly.”

He smiled, his eyes bright with mischief as he leaned up to nuzzle against kook’s jaw, his breath warm against kook’s skin.

kook let out a sigh, his resolve already crumbling under Tae’s relentless affection. He could feel the heat radiating off Tae’s body, the way his touch lingered just a little too long in all the right places.

It was hard to think straight when Tae was this close, when he could feel every rise and fall of Tae’s breath against him. “Tae, you’re impossible,” kook muttered, though his voice lacked any real conviction.

Tae grinned, sensing victory. He pressed a soft kiss to kook’s cheek, his lips lingering as he whispered, “You love it.” He let his hands slide down to kook’s waistband, fingers brushing teasingly along the fabric as he tugged gently, urging kook to let go of the last of his reservations. “Please, princess? For me?”