SHADOWS OF DECEIT

Chapter 31

The night was cloaked in a heavy silence, the faint hum of the city outside Joshua's apartment only amplifying the intimacy of the moment. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp painting the flushed expression on Joshua's face in warm tones. His blonde hair was disheveled, strands sticking to his damp forehead as he lay beneath Seokmin, utterly vulnerable.

Joshua's lips parted, soft moans escaping in broken gasps as Seokmin drove into him, his pace relentless, each thrust pulling more pleasure and desperation from Joshua's trembling body. Joshua's name rolled off Seokmin's lips, low and guttural, mingling with the sound of skin against skin.

Joshua's back arched beautifully as he reached his peak, his entire body bowing beneath the man above him. His eyes fluttered closed, hooded and rolling back as his climax ripped through him, his cries echoing in the stillness. The oversensitivity struck almost immediately, his body quaking as Seokmin continued, rough and fast, riding him through every wave. Joshua clenched around him, the intensity drawing a stuttered moan from Seokmin as his hips jerked.

Seokmin groaned low in his throat, releasing deep inside Joshua, the warmth spreading between them as Joshua let out a soft, contented sigh. For a moment, they stayed that way, Seokmin buried to the hilt, trembling from the high as he collapsed onto Joshua. His face found Joshua's neck, his heavy breaths hot against the sweat-slicked skin.

Joshua, still trembling slightly, raised a limp hand to Seokmin's hair. His fingers threaded through the dark strands, tugging gently as if trying to ground them both. The soft motions spoke of comfort and reassurance, even as their bodies hummed from the aftershocks of their connection.

The events of the day replayed in Joshua's's mind in fragmented flashes. Seokmin had come to pick Joshua up from the hospital after a grueling shift. Joshua's physiotherapy session with Jeonghan had been canceled last minute, replaced by a longer shift he hadn't been prepared for. 

Seokmin, too much out of his character not so subtly and nonchalantly had offered to pick him up. It would be a lie if Joshua claimed he hadn't counted down every minute until he saw Seokmin leaning casually against his car.

One thing had devoured another—a fleeting glance laced with too much hunger, touches that lingered too long, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped, dragging them both under. 

Now, they were here, tangled in sheets drenched with sweat and slicked with the evidence of their undoing, their bodies spent yet trembling, the air thick with the scent of desperation and sin. It wasn't passion; it was something darker, a need so raw and consuming it bordered on sickness.

It burned, leaving bruises on skin and soul alike, a fever they couldn't shake and didn't want to. They clung to each other as if letting go would send them plummeting into a void they didn't know how to escape.

Seokmin shifted them, carefully rolling over so that Joshua now lay on top of him. He didn't bother pulling out; neither of them minded the raw intimacy of staying connected. 

Joshua seemed content, his cheek pressed against Seokmin's chest as his fingers lazily traced over Seokmin's hand. He toyed with his fingers, turning them this way and that, as if fascinated by the roughness of Seokmin's skin.

Seokmin's voice broke the quiet, low and teasing. "You've got pretty big hands, pretty face," he murmured, his lips quirking into a soft smirk.

Joshua hummed in response, not looking up. His doe eyes stayed fixed on Seokmin's hand as he continued his exploration. Seokmin couldn't help but admire him—the soft, dirty blonde hair splayed across his chest, the way his delicate necklace lay against his flushed skin. The intricate design of the fallen angel's wings caught the light, the cold metal contrasting with the warmth of Joshua's skin.