Almost blind | Haobin

15| familiar face |15

The white roses, tied delicately with a black ribbon, lay abandoned on the edge of the table, their petals like silken ghosts, untouched yet whispering secrets of passion. Somewhere nearby, the couch bore witness to the tension that filled the room, but it was by the wall that the unspoken broke loose.

Gyuvin's lips claimed Ricky's in a fierce, urgent kiss, the kind that sets the world spinning. Their bodies collided, stumbling blindly until Ricky's back met the cold, unyielding surface of the wall. The dull thud of his head against the plaster went unnoticed amidst the storm of emotions swirling between them. Ricky's eyes fluttered shut as he surrendered to the kiss, his hands seeking purchase on Gyuvin's chest, nails biting into the fabric as if to anchor himself to the moment.

At first, a flicker of hesitation gripped Ricky, the thought of his son somewhere in the house a fleeting shadow on his resolve. But Gyuvin's lips were like a siren's call-irresistible, drowning him in a tide of forbidden desire. His strength ebbed away, replaced by a hunger that mirrored Gyuvin's own.

Their lips moved in a synchronized rhythm, a silent melody composed of longing and need. Gyuvin's hands slipped to Ricky's waist, pulling him closer, erasing the space between them. The intensity of their embrace turned the air electric, every touch charged with emotion. It was as though time had bent backward, bringing them to the first time they kissed-dangerous, intoxicating, and utterly undeniable.

Gyuvin's thoughts darkened, the weight of his reality slipping away as it had before. The image of his husband waiting at home dimmed, overshadowed by the man in his arms. All the reasons not to do this-every logical argument-blurred into irrelevance as Ricky's lips molded to his.

Gyuvin felt powerless under Ricky's gaze, as though those dark eyes held the key to his very soul. And Ricky, in turn, found himself disarmed by Gyuvin's voice-a soothing melody that could calm any storm within him. Their earlier argument melted like snow under a spring sun, leaving only the warmth of their connection.

The issue that had brought them here was already lost to the heat of the moment. It had started when Ricky confronted Gyuvin with a conversation thread-a series of messages Gyuvin couldn't even remember sending. Yet, the details seemed trivial now, the tension replaced by something far more primal.

Gyuvin pulled away just slightly, his breath ragged as he leaned his forehead against Ricky's. "I'm so sorry," he murmured, his voice laden with guilt. One apology felt insufficient for the man standing before him-too precious, too vital to his world.

Ricky's gaze softened, his cheeks tinged pink from their kiss. Their breaths mingled in the intimate space between them as he whispered, "I told you, Gyu, it's fine." His voice was a melody, low and soothing, and it sent a shiver down Gyuvin's spine. "Don't be too hard on Hanbin. He didn't mean it badly."

Gyuvin's grip on Ricky's waist tightened. "What he did was unacceptable," he muttered, a heavy sigh escaping him. "He acted like a child when he should know better. He is an adult..not a kid with childish mindset."

Ricky's lips curved into a faint smile. His hand moved to brush Gyuvin's hair away from his face, the touch featherlight yet grounding. "Adults do childish things, too," he said, his words a gentle chiding that made Gyuvin's lips twitch upward in a reluctant smile.

"You're right," Gyuvin conceded, his voice softer now. He leaned forward to press a kiss to Ricky's forehead, a tender gesture that spoke of unspoken promises. "Like this," he murmured, his lips trailing to the tip of Ricky's nose. "Or this..." The words were a whisper, a prelude to the way his lips finally found Ricky's again.

"And this," he finished, sealing his sentence with a kiss deeper than the last, a kiss Ricky accepted without hesitation, pouring all his pleasure, his pain, and his love into it. For in that moment, the world outside faded to nothing, and all that mattered was the man in his arms.