Don't Fight It

Part 10

They stared at each other across the room, one sitting, eyes shining with too many emotions to name, the other standing by the newly made bed, clenching and unclenching his hands with anxiety. Then Hyuk's eyes fluttered shut as he let out a shuddering breath and whispered, "Me too," opening his eyes to look back at Hongbin and show he meant it.

As if Hyuk's words were a starting gun, Hongbin was instantly across the room. He turned off the lights again, waited a few moments for his eyes to adjust, then crossed to where Hyuk was now standing and met him with a fierce kiss, picking up where they'd left off. Caught off guard, Hyuk grabbed his boyfriend's hips to steady himself, then used the grip to nudge them backwards toward the bed.

Somewhere between their starting and ending points, both their shirts came off and they stopped moving, distractedly exploring each other's flushed skin. Hongbin set to memorizing every inch of Hyuk's body. He kissed Hyuk's neck, shoulders, and collarbone, pressing his tongue into the hollow of his lover's throat and smirking at the way Hyuk's head dropped back as the younger man caught his breath. He ran his hands up Hyuk's sides to his broad shoulders, then down to feel the hard biceps flexing beneath the smooth skin.

And it seemed to Hongbin that his love's large hands were everywhere at once: smoothing across his taut and fluttering stomach; running up his back and gently digging in with his fingernails; caressing his pecs and rubbing his nipples with a tantalizingly soft touch; leaving Binnie's skin hot and tingling wherever they touched. Feeling bold, Hyuk moved his hands down to Hongbin's waist, stepped in even closer, and pressed his pelvis into Binnie's, making them both cry out as paralyzing heat shot through their systems.

They started walking backwards again, blind need urging them on, but as his heels hit the edge of the sleeping mats and Hongbin's fingers slipped into the waistband of his sweatpants, Hyuk grabbed one and pulled away, stilling the older man immediately.

"What is it?" Hongbin asked, panting and straining his eyes in the dark as he searched Hyuk's face with a frown. "Did you...change your mind?" he asked, trying not to sound disappointed. Hyuk shook his head in response. "Then what's wrong?" Binnie asked again, cradling the face he loved most in his other palm.

Hyuk furrowed his brown, looked away, and bit his lip, causing Hongbin's grip on his waistband to tighten momentarily, then confessed in a voice so low Binnie had to lean in to make out the words, "I...I don't know how...with a man..."

Once he'd puzzled out the words, Hongbin couldn't help but snort a little, eliciting in a wounded look from his boyfriend. Binnie asked, "Is that all?" and when Hyuk scowled he rushed to explain, "I don't either. I mean, I fantasized but I never let myself get that far because I never, ever thought it could happen, and I certainly didn't do research or go looking for...examples." Hyuk nodded in agreement and looked somewhat mollified, so he continued. "But I do know what feels good, Hyuk-ah," he said, voice taking on a deeper tone again as he grabbed Hyuk's hand and rested it on his own hip, "and that's all I'm focusing on right now. I want to see you and feel you, all of you, and make you feel as good as I do. We might not do that the 'right' way tonight, though I don't think there is a 'right way,' but we can figure the rest out later, ok?"

He leaned in, kissed the tip of Hyuk's nose affectionately, and stated earnestly, "But we can also stop here if you want. I'll take my mat over to the other side of the room and we'll talk all night. The most important thing is that we've fulfilled our fearless leader's mission and sorted ourselves out, right?" Binnie grinned at his own joke and realized Hyuk was staring at him in fascination through the gloom.

The taller man raised a hand to Hongbin's face and admitted softly, "I've always wanted to kiss your dimples." And as he did, ever so gently, he let go of Hongbin's hand at his waist, giving his permission to continue where he'd stopped them.