In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

33. Unapologetically Yours ( 18+ )

Kim entered the apartment, his body sagging under the weight of an exhausting day at work.

The dim lighting in the living room cast a warm glow over the space, and the faint clatter of utensils hinted that his boyfriend, Porchay, was busy in the kitchen.

Kim smiled to himself, his exhaustion momentarily lifting at the thought of a hot meal and Chay's cheerful presence.

The aroma of something delicious wafted through the air, urging him to hurry toward the kitchen.

He stepped into the doorway, ready to greet Chay, but the words died in his throat the moment his eyes landed on him.

Porchay stood by the stove, humming softly, stirring a pot of soup. But that wasn't what stopped Kim in his tracks. Porchay was wearing absolutely nothing.

Kim's brain seemed to short-circuit. His gaze darted over Porchay's slender figure, the soft glow of the kitchen light illuminating his bare skin. The only thing covering him was a loose apron that swayed slightly as he moved.

"Chay..." Kim's voice came out hoarse, his hands clutching the doorframe as though to keep himself steady.

Porchay turned his head, his doe eyes lighting up at the sight of Kim. "Oh, you're home!" He grinned, completely nonchalant about his lack of clothing. "Dinner's almost ready. I thought you'd be starving after work."

Kim's throat worked, but no words came out. His thoughts, which should have been about food, veered decidedly elsewhere. His tired body suddenly felt very, very awake.

"Why... why are you... not... wearing anything?" he managed to croak, his gaze flitting away and then snapping back, like a magnet drawn to the sight before him.

Porchay chuckled, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "I spilled sauce on my clothes earlier, and they were the only ones I had nearby. I didn't want to run to the bedroom and risk burning dinner, so I figured the apron was enough. It's just us here anyway."

Kim opened his mouth to respond, but his brain refused to cooperate. All the signals in his body seemed to redirect south, a fiery heat pooling in his stomach and lower.

"Chay, I can't..." Kim groaned, pressing a hand to his face, his ears burning. "You can't just-"

"What?" Porchay interrupted, tilting his head innocently, though the slight curl of his lips suggested he wasn't entirely oblivious to the effect he was having.

Kim growled softly, striding forward until he was standing behind Porchay. His hands gripped the counter on either side of Chay, caging him in. Porchay froze, his breath hitching at the proximity.

"Chay," Kim murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of Porchay's ear. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?"

Porchay turned his head slightly, his cheeks dusted pink. "I was just cooking-"

Kim cut him off, spinning him around to face him. The apron shifted slightly, and Kim cursed under his breath, gripping Porchay's waist to keep himself grounded. His eyes were dark, his voice a low rumble.

"Dinner can wait," he whispered.

Porchay's breath caught as Kim leaned in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. The pot on the stove simmered forgotten, their world narrowing to just the two of them.

His arms coiled around Porchay's waist like a belt meant to secure his slender, milky-white frame.

His tongue slipped past the younger one's lips, delving into the heat of his mouth, exploring every inch with unrelenting hunger.

"Kim... aghhh," Porchay gasped, struggling to match the pace. But damn, the bulky man had him trapped against the counter.

Not that he minded, but right now, he really needed some stability Because His knees, however, had other plans- they were already starting to give out.

"Beau...tiful Angel...." he said with lust.

Kim smirked as he trailed down from Porchay's lips to his jaw, pressing small, teasing kisses along the way.

He rutted against the sheer fabric between them, making sure Porchay felt just how hard he was. His hand came down to pat Porchay's thigh, a silent command that the younger one understood instantly.

"Ki...m Kim goo-d so goo..d"

With flushed cheeks, Porchay wrapped his legs around Kim's torso, pulling him in closer.

"Needa-hhhy...ou-uu"

A loud, shameless moan escaped his lips as the friction sent jolts of pleasure through him-his cock, plump with pre-cum, throbbing and dripping from the overwhelming sensation

"Y....es ba-by bo-y y.....es"

Kim lifted Porchay onto the counter, his fingers working hurriedly to undo his pants and slide them down.

The moment the fabric hit the floor, Porchay's hands were already on him, kneading his growing arousal through his boxers.

"Po....rchay yo...u are so g...ood. I love you. I l....ove you" A needy moan slipped past Kim's lips as he shuddered under Porchay's touch.

With reverent hands, he peeled away the last barrier of clothing from Porchay's beautiful, milky body. Even after all this time, his gaze held the same love, the same adoration.

He leaned in, kissing Porchay slowly, deeply, while his thumb trailed down to circle his rim, teasingly pressing in.

But before he could go any further, Porchay broke the kiss, grabbing Kim's wrist to stop him.

His voice was breathless yet firm as he whispered, "I already prepped myself for you... You don't need to do anything. Just put it in

Kimhan almost had a nosebleed right then and there. Those words-those filthy, sexy words- sent a rush of heat straight to his core.

Without further ado, he aligned himself and pushed in, groaning at the searing heat that enveloped him.

Porchay threw his head back, moaning loudly, his body arching against Kim's.

A wicked grin spread across Kim's lips as he rubbed against Porchay's sensitive tip, drawing out more of those delicious sounds while he started moving, slow but deep, savoring every reaction.

Kimhan thrust into him with unrelenting intensity, his grip firm around Porchay's waist as he pushed deeper, chasing the heat that wrapped around him so perfectly.

Porchay's vision blurred, stars exploding behind his eyes as he clung to Kimhan, his head falling against the man's hollowed, sweat-slicked shoulder.

Helpless moans spilled from his lips, each one growing louder as Kim's pace turned rougher, faster-driven by pure hunger. And then it hit.

A sharp cry tore from Porchay as pleasure crashed over him, his body tensing before he spilled, white streaks painting his own torso and ruining Kimhan's expensive suit. But neither of them cared.

And that was when Kimhan, with a devilish smirk, started rubbing Porchay's already sensitive shaft, his touch relentless.

Each stroke sent electric jolts through Porchay's overstimulated body, making him squirm and whimper, his nails digging into Kim's shoulders.

"Kim... ahh-too much," Porchay gasped, his voice trembling. But Kimhan didn't stop.

"GO..D I LO...VE yo-u" With a deep, guttural groan, he finally reached his peak, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside, warmth spilling deep within Porchay.

"I lo...ve yo-u too" His grip remained firm, arms wrapped around the trembling body in his hold, refusing to let go.

That night, dinner was a little late. But neither of them minded.