Drenched in Desire

Jaeho's night should have ended the moment he stepped into the car. Minji's polite smile and the disapproving stares of his family had already left him drained. Yet as the city lights blurred past the window, all he could think about was Eunsu.

The way Eunsu had challenged him, teased him, and walked away like he wasn't affected—like Jaeho hadn't gripped his wrist hard enough to leave a memory of his touch.

Jaeho wasn't one to chase, but tonight, his self-control slipped.

Eunsu's apartment

The knock on Eunsu's door was firm, unapologetic, and came far too late at night.

Eunsu opened it, wearing nothing but loose sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His chest was bare, damp from the shower, droplets of water trailing down the taut lines of his torso. His hair was a messy mop of dark brown, sticking to his forehead.

"Jaeho?" Eunsu asked, blinking in surprise. "It's almost midnight. What are you doing here?"

Jaeho stepped inside without answering, his eyes dark and unreadable. The air between them immediately thickened, the tension from earlier now a full-blown storm.

"You walked away," Jaeho said, his voice low and rough.

Eunsu smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "And you couldn't handle it?"

Jaeho's jaw tightened, his gaze dropping to Eunsu's bare chest. He wasn't even subtle about it, letting his eyes trace the sharp lines of his collarbone, the faint sheen of water glistening on his skin.

"You think you're clever," Jaeho said, stepping closer, his voice a growl.

Eunsu didn't flinch, but his breath hitched. He held his ground, his smirk faltering when Jaeho stopped mere inches away, the heat of his body brushing against him.

"I think you're scared," Eunsu whispered, his voice softer now.

Jaeho's hand shot out, gripping the back of Eunsu's neck. The movement was sharp, commanding, and sent a shiver down Eunsu's spine.

"You talk too much," Jaeho muttered before closing the distance.

Their lips crashed together in a frenzy of heat and desperation. Jaeho kissed like he was claiming him, his fingers threading through Eunsu's damp hair as he pulled him closer. Eunsu gasped against his mouth, his hands finding their way to Jaeho's chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened.

Jaeho didn't hold back—his teeth grazed Eunsu's bottom lip before his tongue pushed past, tasting him, devouring him. Eunsu groaned, the sound low and guttural, and Jaeho felt it straight to his core.

Eunsu pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his lips swollen and slick. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice trembling. "You really don't waste time, do you?"

Jaeho smirked, his thumb brushing over Eunsu's cheek. "I told you not to make assumptions about me."

Eunsu shivered, the touch setting his skin on fire. "And I told you I don't play games."

Jaeho's hand slipped lower, skimming over Eunsu's chest and tracing the faint outline of his abs. His fingers lingered just above the waistband of Eunsu's sweatpants, teasing, testing.

"What are you doing?" Eunsu asked, though his voice lacked any real protest.

"What I should have done earlier," Jaeho murmured, his lips brushing against Eunsu's ear.

Eunsu's breath hitched as Jaeho's hand dipped lower, his fingers ghosting over the growing heat beneath the fabric.

"You're playing a dangerous game," Eunsu whispered, his voice breaking slightly.

Jaeho's smirk widened. "I never lose."

Before Eunsu could respond, Jaeho's hand slipped beneath the waistband, wrapping around him with a firm, deliberate grip. Eunsu let out a sharp gasp, his head falling back against the wall as Jaeho stroked him with maddening precision.

"Fuck," Eunsu groaned, his hips bucking into Jaeho's hand.

Jaeho leaned in, his lips trailing down the side of Eunsu's neck, licking the faint trail of water that still lingered there. He pressed open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing just enough to leave a mark.

"You're loud," Jaeho teased, his voice dark and dripping with amusement.

"Shut up," Eunsu shot back, though his words were breathless, his body trembling under Jaeho's touch.

Jaeho chuckled, his hand tightening slightly, drawing a strangled moan from Eunsu's lips.

"Do you like this?" Jaeho asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eunsu bit his lip, refusing to answer.

Jaeho's thumb brushed over the sensitive tip, and Eunsu let out a broken sound, his body arching into the touch.

"Say it," Jaeho demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Eunsu's cheeks flushed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I—fuck—I like it," he admitted, his voice trembling.

Jaeho rewarded him with a slow, deliberate stroke, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk.

"You're mine tonight," Jaeho murmured, his lips brushing against Eunsu's ear.

Eunsu's response was a desperate moan, his hands clutching at Jaeho like he was the only thing grounding him to reality.