Kim's hand lingered on the back of Kennedy's neck, pulling him closer as their faces hovered inches apart. The tension between them was electric, years of unspoken emotions hanging in the air. Kennedy’s breath hitched as Kim’s fingers slid through his hair, sending a shiver down his spine.
Without hesitation, Kim closed the distance, his lips capturing Kennedy’s in a firm, commanding kiss. It wasn’t gentle—it was possessive, filled with pent-up desire and certainty. Kim’s other hand found its way to Kennedy’s waist, pulling him flush against him, as if he wanted to make sure there was no space left between them. Kennedy’s knees went weak, but Kim’s grip kept him grounded, holding him steady as he took control of the kiss.
Kennedy let out a soft, surprised sound as Kim deepened the kiss, his mouth moving with a confidence that left no room for doubt. His lips were warm, his movements decisive, and Kennedy could only follow his lead, feeling as if he was being swept away by the force of it.
Kim’s tongue teased at the seam of Kennedy’s lips, and without thinking, Kennedy parted them, allowing Kim to take the kiss even deeper. It was overwhelming, the way Kim kissed him—like he had been waiting for this moment for years and wasn’t going to let it slip through his fingers. Kennedy’s hands gripped Kim’s shirt, holding on as if he needed the support, his mind spinning.
Kim’s control was intoxicating, the way he dominated the kiss, guiding every movement, every breath. He tilted Kennedy’s head slightly, changing the angle, making Kennedy gasp as the kiss grew more intense. Kim’s lips moved with purpose, demanding everything Kennedy had, and Kennedy gave in, letting Kim lead, letting him take what he wanted.
When Kim finally pulled back, Kennedy was left breathless, his lips tingling, his heart racing in his chest. Kim’s forehead rested against his, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.
Damn, Kennedy whispered, trying to catch his breath.
Kim smirked, his thumb brushing lightly across Kennedy’s jawline.
Told you, he murmured, his voice low and full of promise. You’re mine now.
Kennedy couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. I think I’ve always been yours.
As Kim’s thumb continued to trace along Kennedy’s jaw, the heat of the moment lingered, wrapping around them like a warm blanket. The intensity of the kiss hung in the air, but now there was a softness too—an unspoken promise.
Are you sure about this? Kim asked, his voice barely above a whisper, searching Kennedy’s eyes for reassurance.
Kennedy nodded, a smile breaking across his face. More than I’ve ever been. I just—
Before he could finish, Kim leaned in again, capturing his lips in another kiss. This one was different—more tender, yet still filled with that same fire. Kim’s hands moved to Kennedy’s waist, pulling him closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Both their dicks hard.
Kennedy melted against him, surrendering to the moment. He could feel the rhythm of Kim’s heart against his chest, a steady beat that matched his own racing pulse. It felt like everything around them faded away—the world outside ceased to exist. It was just them, entwined in this newfound connection.
Kim pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto Kennedy’s.
You know, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, he admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice. But I didn’t know how you’d feel. I thought…maybe I’d scare you off Kim said.
Kennedy chuckled softly, brushing a finger along Kim’s cheek. Scare me off?bi have the hots for you, you can't scare me off, I literally went to every game you had in college, and got into our frat house, for you....
