Drenched in Desire

The morning sun crept through the blinds of Eunsu's small apartment, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Eunsu sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers absently tracing the edge of Jaeho's jacket draped over a chair. The faint scent of Jaeho's cologne clung to the fabric—a mix of cedarwood and something darker, intoxicating.

It felt too much like a memory he couldn't shake.

The knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts. He frowned, pulling on a shirt as he made his way over. When he opened it, the last person he expected to see was Jaeho, standing there in another perfectly tailored suit, looking as composed as ever. But there was something different in his eyes—a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

"Jaeho," Eunsu said, blinking in surprise. "It's barely 9 a.m. Did you forget how to text?"

"I needed to see you," Jaeho said simply, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. The door clicked shut behind him, and the air between them instantly grew heavy.

Eunsu folded his arms, trying to mask the way his heart raced at Jaeho's presence. "So, what's the excuse this time? Another late-night crisis?"

Jaeho didn't answer. Instead, he closed the distance between them in two strides, his hands cupping Eunsu's face as he kissed him—hard, demanding, and leaving no room for questions. Eunsu let out a muffled gasp, his resolve crumbling as he kissed back with equal intensity.

"Fuck," Eunsu muttered when they broke apart, his forehead pressing against Jaeho's. "You're insane, you know that?"

"Maybe I am," Jaeho replied, his voice rough. "But I can't stop. Not when it comes to you."

Eunsu's lips parted, his breath shaky as Jaeho's hands slid down his sides, gripping his hips with a possessiveness that made his knees weak. "This is reckless, Jaeho," Eunsu whispered, though his hands betrayed him, fisting the front of Jaeho's shirt to pull him closer.

"Good," Jaeho growled against his ear. "Because I've never been reckless in my life."

They ended up tangled in the sheets again, their bodies a mess of heat and desperation. Jaeho's lips trailed down Eunsu's neck, sucking and biting with just enough force to leave marks—marks that claimed him, that screamed to the world, he's mine.

Eunsu arched beneath him, his hands clutching at Jaeho's back, nails raking against his skin as he moaned, "Jaeho, fuck—"

Jaeho didn't let him finish. His mouth moved lower, leaving a path of kisses down Eunsu's chest, his tongue flicking over a sensitive spot that made Eunsu's entire body shudder.

"Fuck, you're loud," Jaeho teased, his voice dripping with amusement as he licked the faint sheen of sweat off Eunsu's skin.

"Maybe because you're good at this," Eunsu shot back, though his voice broke as Jaeho's teeth grazed his hip. "Don't let it go to your head."

Jaeho smirked, his dark eyes locking with Eunsu's. "Too late."

And then he moved lower, his lips and tongue finding places that made Eunsu lose every coherent thought. Eunsu's head fell back against the pillow, his hands gripping the sheets as he let out a broken moan.

"Jaeho, fuck, don't—" His words turned into a gasp as Jaeho's mouth wrapped around him, hot and deliberate, his tongue working in ways that made Eunsu tremble.

Jaeho didn't stop, taking his time, savoring every sound Eunsu made—the soft groans, the breathless curses, the way his body writhed beneath him. When Eunsu's hand tangled in his hair, pulling slightly, Jaeho groaned against him, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through Eunsu's veins.

"You're gonna kill me," Eunsu muttered, his voice shaking as he teetered on the edge. "Fuck, Jaeho, I can't—"

Jaeho pulled back slightly, his lips slick and swollen. "Then fall," he said, his voice deep and commanding, before taking him in again.

Eunsu shattered beneath him, his cries echoing through the room as he came undone. Jaeho didn't stop until Eunsu was completely spent, his body trembling and his chest heaving as he lay back against the sheets.

Jaeho crawled up beside him, his hand brushing the damp strands of hair from Eunsu's forehead. "You're beautiful like this," Jaeho murmured, his voice softer now, almost reverent.

Eunsu let out a weak laugh, his eyes fluttering open. "You keep saying that," he muttered, his cheeks flushing as he looked at Jaeho. "Starting to think you actually mean it."

"I do," Jaeho said simply, his fingers trailing down Eunsu's arm. "More than you know."

But as they lay there in the quiet aftermath, reality crept back in.

Eunsu turned to Jaeho, his expression unreadable. "You can't keep doing this," he said softly. "You can't just run from your life and hide here with me."

Jaeho's jaw tightened. "I'm not running."

"Then what are you doing?" Eunsu pressed, his voice rising slightly. "Because I don't know how much longer I can do this."

The vulnerability in Eunsu's voice cut through Jaeho like a knife. He reached out, his hand cupping Eunsu's cheek. "I'm trying," Jaeho said quietly. "For the first time in my life, I'm trying to figure out what I want—and it's you."

Eunsu's breath hitched, his eyes searching Jaeho's. "Then fight for it," he whispered. "Fight for me."