[ Zhao removed his shades, dropping them on the dresser, then turned within the circle of Joon-gi's arms to face him. It was such a rare thing, to look into Zhao's eyes without the dark lenses of his shades disguising their true color— a deep, rich brown that shifted to honeyed hues in certain lighting.
But now, they were dark and full of desire. Joon-gi shivered beneath that heated look as he felt Zhao's fingers tangle in his hair, guiding their faces close for another kiss. There was no hesitation as Joon-gi leaned into him, lips parting as he took the kiss deeper into familiar territory. His fingers dragged down the length of Zhao's spine as he held him close, pulling their bodies flush against one another.
God, this is just want he wanted, what he needed. This warmth, this closeness. A strong, guiding hand. Fingers pulling tight against his hair.
He wanted to take his time, to savor this moment. To not rush too quickly to an inevitable end that would leave him feeling cold and bereft...
Except Zhao would never leave him feeling that way. Even when they eventually parted, he'd still have the lingering warmth of his hands on his skin, the memory of hungry kisses against his throat. And it would be enough. ]
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Date: 2024-09-18 01:39 pm (UTC)But now, they were dark and full of desire. Joon-gi shivered beneath that heated look as he felt Zhao's fingers tangle in his hair, guiding their faces close for another kiss. There was no hesitation as Joon-gi leaned into him, lips parting as he took the kiss deeper into familiar territory. His fingers dragged down the length of Zhao's spine as he held him close, pulling their bodies flush against one another.
God, this is just want he wanted, what he needed. This warmth, this closeness. A strong, guiding hand. Fingers pulling tight against his hair.
He wanted to take his time, to savor this moment. To not rush too quickly to an inevitable end that would leave him feeling cold and bereft...
Except Zhao would never leave him feeling that way. Even when they eventually parted, he'd still have the lingering warmth of his hands on his skin, the memory of hungry kisses against his throat. And it would be enough. ]