BL ONESHOTS No.5

¹⁰³⁰🥵Tan x Fang

Requested. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

- i didn't know how much you wanted for this but i stayed up for as long as i could to finish it, i finnished it not so long ago. -

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"You're late," Fang murmured into his phone, his voice thick with annoyance.

Tan rushed through the door, panting slightly, his shirt sticking to his skin from the oppressive Bangkok heat. "I know, I know," he said breathlessly. "The traffic was a nightmare."

Fang's eyes scanned Tan's flushed face, his disheveled hair, and the way his chest heaved with each breath. Despite his irritation, he couldn't help the flutter of attraction that danced in his stomach.

They stood in Fang's apartment, a sleek loft in the heart of the city. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the chaotic dance of tuk-tuks and motorbikes weaving through the crowded streets below, their headlights piercing the gathering dusk.

Tan looked around, taking in the minimalist decor, the smell of Fang's cologne lingering in the air. It was a stark contrast to the cacophony outside. "Wow, you've got quite the view," he said, trying to break the tension.

Fang's gaze remained on him, his expression unreadable. "You should see it at night," he replied, his voice dropping to a lower octave.

The air between them grew thick with unspoken words and desires. They had been dancing around each other for weeks, their friendship teetering on the edge of something more.

Tan stepped closer, his eyes locking onto Fang's. "Is that all you want to show me?"

Fang's eyes searched his, a hint of challenge in them. "Is there something else you're interested in?"

Tan's pulse quickened. He licked his lips, tasting the sweetness of anticipation. "Maybe."

Without another word, Fang reached out and grabbed Tan's hand, pulling him closer. Their bodies touched, a spark of electricity zipping through them. Tan felt Fang's warmth, the firmness of his chest pressing against him. He could hear the city's distant roar, but all that mattered was the thundering of his own heart.

Their kiss was sudden and fierce, a declaration of need that had been building for too long. Fang's tongue darted into Tan's mouth, exploring and claiming. Tan responded eagerly, their kisses growing deeper, more urgent.

Fang's hand slid up Tan's back, the fabric of his shirt rough against his palm. Tan's own hands found the hem of Fang's shirt, lifting it to expose the smooth, tanned skin beneath.

Their breaths mingled, hot and ragged. They stumbled backward, their bodies colliding with the cool glass of the window. The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of color outside, a silent witness to their passion.

Fang's hand moved to the button of Tan's pants, deftly unzipping them. Tan gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as Fang's hand slipped inside, wrapping around his growing erection.

Their kisses grew more frantic as they explored each other's bodies. Clothes were shed in a flurry of movement, their skin glistening with sweat in the dim light.

Fang's mouth traveled down Tan's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Tan moaned, his hands tangling in Fang's hair.

The sound of fabric ripping echoed in the room, and Tan's eyes shot open. Fang had torn off his shirt, his eyes dark with desire. "I've wanted this," Fang said, his voice husky. "For so long."

Tan's heart raced. He could feel the heat from Fang's body, the urgency of his touch. He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Me too."

Their bodies intertwined, the tension of months of unspoken yearning finally snapping. They sank onto the plush couch, their kisses growing more fervent, their hands exploring and teasing.