In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

8. Plushie for his big baby (16+ Pt.2)

By the time they reached the compound and headed for the elevator, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the city.

The day had been filled with laughter, teasing, and quiet moments that felt impossibly special.

But now, standing in the elevator, just the two of them, the mood shifted. There was an electric tension between them that hadn't been there before.

It was quieter, heavier, warmly aroused.

Porchay leaned against the wall, hugging the plushie to his chest, trying to calm the fluttering in his stomach.

Kim stood beside him, hands in his pockets, but his gaze was locked on Porchay, watching him closely.

There was something different in Kim's eyes-something that made Porchay's heart race even faster.

Finally, Kim broke the silence. "Chay.." His voice was soft, tentative. "I.....earlier, I wanted to say...I'm sorry. For everything I've Put you through. For not being honest sooner. For hurting you."

Porchay blinked, startled by the sudden shift. Me had already forgiven Kim for the things in the past, but hearing Kim apologize now, after the day they'd shared, felt different. It felt real.

"I know l've been distant. I know l've made mistakes," Kim continued, his voice low, almost pained. "But I don't want to hurt you anymore. I want to be better-for you."

Porchay stared at him as his chest tightening with emotion. "Kim..." he started, his voice catching.

He didn't know what to say. Kim's words were hitting him harder than he expected.
Kimhan stepped closer, reaching out to gently brush his fingers against Porchay's arm.

"I love you, Chay," he whispered "And I don't want to keep pretending I don't."

The confession it was true and raw, just like Kimhan. Porchay felt his heart skip a beat. Kim had never said those words before, maybe he never said those words to anyone. Never with this much vulnerability.

"I love you too, Kim," Porchay whispered back, his voice shaking slightly. "I always
have."

For a moment, neither of them moved, They just stood there, the weight of their words sinking in.

Then, slowly, Kimhan closed the distance between them, his eyes never leaving Porchay's.

His hand found Porchay's waist, pulling him closer, but there was no rush, no urgency. It was gentle, careful, as if Kim was still asking for permission.

Porchay's heart pounded in his chest, but he didn't pull away.

Kimhan softly said "Can I...?" He didn't finished the sentence. He knew Porchay understood him. And Porchay kept quite not saying a word...

Instead, he leaned into Kim's touch, nodding slightly, giving him the permission he silently asked for.

Kim's lips curved into a small smile as he leaned down, capturing Porchay's lips in a soft, tender kiss. It was gentle at first-a peck that was more of a question than anything else.

But when Porchay didn't pull away, when he smiled shyly against Kim's lips, the kiss deepened.

Kim's hand slid from Porchay's waist to the small of his back, pulling him closer. Porchay's arms wrapped around Kim's neck, pulling him even closer.

The plushie was still squished between them, a soft reminder of the day they'd spent together, but neither of them cared.

The world outside the elevator melted away as their kiss grew more intense, more passionate

Kimhan's tongue brushed against Porchay's lower lip, asking for entrance, and Porchay opened for him without hesitation.

Their tongues met in a slow, heated dance, each movement full of the emotions they had been holding back for so long.

They pulled back slightly, both of them smiling like kids sharing a secret. The plushie was still squished between them, an adorable barrier.

Porchay giggled, lowering his eyes. "You.. you kiss like that?"

Kimhan raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. "You're mocking me already? Wasn't it sweet enough?"

Porchay's laughter bubbled out, and his fingers slid up to Kimhan's collar. "I guess you could try again. Maybe without this guy in the way."

He pushed the plushie aside, letting it fall gently to the floor, Porchay's toes curl in his shoes. He felt everything. And this was everything he needed.

The city lights from outside poured into the elevator, casting a soft, magical glow around them. It felt like they were in their own little world, where nothing else mattered but the two of them.

Kimhan's hands began to wander, sliding down Porchay's back and resting on his hips before slipping lower to gently squeeze his soft buns. Porchay gasped at the touch, laughing softly into the kiSs.

"Kim..." Porchay giggled, pulling back slightly. His cheeks were flushed, and his breath came out in short, rapid bursts. "That tickles."

Kim chuckled, pressing his forehead against Porchay's. "Sorry," he said, though the mischievous glint in his eyes said otherwise. "Couldn't resist. But I'll remember that."

Porchay's laugh bubbled up again, and he swatted Kim playfully on the chest.

Kim grinned, leaning down to kiss him again. "You love me right," he asked with full of affection.

"I do,'" Porchay admitted softly, his fingers threading through Kim's hair."I really do."

The kiss grew heated again, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Porchay's fingers tugged gently on Kim's hair, earning a low, satisfied groan from him.

Kim's hands roamed freely now, exploring every inch of Porchay's body as they lost themselves in the moment.

Just when it seemed like things might get even more intense, the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open.