yours forever and only | haobin

9.

Hao's heart raced as he looked up at Hanbin, his breath hitching with anticipation. The vulnerability he had shared had created a new layer of intimacy between them, one that made the space around them feel charged with emotion. Hanbin's gaze softened, but there was a newfound intensity in his eyes—a promise of something more profound.

Slowly, Hanbin leaned back in, his lips brushing against Hao's in a tender, lingering kiss. At first, it was gentle, almost tentative, but it quickly evolved—driven by something deeper, more intense, as if the barrier between them had finally broken. Hanbin's lips pressed more firmly against Hao's, and when he swiped his tongue along Hao's bottom lip, it was a silent request for more.

Hanbin took the accepted invitation and deepened the kiss further, his tongue slipping past Hao's now parted lips, exploring him with a slow, deliberate intensity. It felt like a new kind of connection, a melding of their emotions into something physical. Hanbin's lips moulded perfectly against Hao's, and the way he gently bit and sucked at Hao's bottom lip sent a shiver through him. Hao moaned softly in response, his hands tightening on Hanbin's shoulders, as if trying to steady himself against the overwhelming sensation.

He found his hands wandering, fingers sliding down Hanbin's back, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his shirt. The sensation of Hanbin's toned muscles beneath his touch only heightened the need growing inside him. He wanted to feel more—needed to feel more.

Hao's fingers slipped beneath the hem of Hanbin's shirt, grazing the smooth skin of his hips. The contrast between his cold fingers and Hanbin's warmth made him shiver, and the reaction it drew from Hanbin—a slight gasp, a shiver that ran through his body—only spurred Hao on. His hands moved upward, tracing the hard ridges of Hanbin's ribs, feeling the way his chest expanded with every ragged breath.

It was intoxicating, how close they were, how every touch made the air around them feel heavier. Hanbin groaned softly, his lips breaking away from Hao's just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against Hao's. Their breaths mingled, and for a moment, they stayed like that, chests rising and falling in unison.

Hao looked up at Hanbin, his heart pounding as he stared into his eyes—filled with a mix of tenderness and unspoken desire. He wanted more, but there was something else in his chest too—a yearning to see Hanbin, to fully feel the closeness they were sharing.

"I-I wanna see..." Hao mumbled softly against Hanbin's lips, unsure if his words were heard in the haze of their passion.

Hanbin's eyes flickered with surprise, but it was followed by a soft, affectionate smile. Slowly, he pulled back from the kiss, leaving Hao's lips tingling from the loss. Hao's hands slid from the warmth of Hanbin's bare skin, and the sudden lack of contact drew a soft, involuntary whimper from him. His lips shaped into an o-shape in protest as Hanbin's fingers found the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one smooth motion. The shirt flew haphazardly across the room, leaving Hao momentarily dazed and confused by the speed of it all.

"W-wait, that's not what I meant—" Hao stammered as he processed what was going on, his hands flying up to cover his face, embarrassment flooding his cheeks with heat as he sank further into the mattress. But Hanbin's eyes lingered on him, filled with a mix of admiration and awe.

"You're so pretty, my beautiful princess," Hanbin breathed, the compliment slipping past his lips before he could think to stop it. His gaze wandered over Hao's body, taking in the sight of his toned abs and smooth, pale skin. There was something about Hao that made Hanbin's heart race—an irresistible allure that drew him in, and he couldn't help but stare, refraining himself from touching.

Hao's flustered gaze flickered up to Hanbin before dropping again, his hand tugging Hanbin down by the loosened tie. His eyes shimmered with a shy vulnerability, glistening as he hesitated before averting his gaze once more. "Off?" he murmured, gesturing to his own white shirt with a timid glance, his fingers already working to loosen the tie.

Hanbin smirked at Hao's nervousness, but his eyes softened with a deep fondness. With swift, practised movements, he pulled his own tie off and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing them both aside before returning to Hao. The heat between them surged as Hanbin closed the distance again, and Hao instinctively spread his legs, making room for Hanbin without a second thought.

Hanbin took note of this with a low groan, his body responding to the silent invitation. Hao's eyes widened as he drank in the sight before him, the perfectly sculpted figure of Hanbin leaning over him. There was something about the way Hanbin looked—the toned muscles, the defined abs—that made Hao's heart skip a beat. He couldn't resist the yearn to run his hands all over him. It wasn't just his appearance though—Hanbin was perfect inside and out, and that thought alone made Hao's chest tighten with an unfamiliar emotion.

Sensing Hao's hesitation, Hanbin gently took his hand, guiding it to rest on his bare chest. Hao's fingers splayed across Hanbin's skin, the warmth of his body grounding him in the moment. A spark of courage flickered in Hao's chest as he slowly moved his other hand to Hanbin's waist, his touch feather-light at first as it hovered over Hanbin's abs. Shit, stop being a coward Hao. With a deep breath, he let his fingers explore, trailing them across the defined lines of Hanbin's stomach and up toward his chest. It felt surreal, like a dream—a stark contrast to the cruelty he had endured before, where touch had only ever been a source of pain.

"Like what you see, huh?" Hanbin teased, a playful smirk curling his lips as he watched Hao's hands explore.

Hao tried to play it cool, his voice steady despite the flutter in his chest. "Yeah, it's good," he replied nonchalantly, though the growing warmth in his cheeks betrayed him.

"Gege's the prettiest though," Hanbin murmured softly, his usual confidence faltering as a shy vulnerability crept into his tone. His eyes held a tenderness that made Hao's breath hitch.