Kissing You

Chapter 6:

"I had a really great time tonight," Kangta told HeeJun, his voice shy as they stood together on the threshold of his apartment.

"Me too," HeeJun responded in turn.

"Well... good night."

"Good night," HeeJun returned.

Kangta stepped into his apartment as HeeJun stepped away from the doorway.

Turning back to the hallway, Kangta said, "HeeJun."

HeeJun, barely two steps from the door, turned back. "Yeah?"

Kangta stepped toward him and kissed him briefly. A grin came over HeeJun's face as Kangta pulled away. He pulled Kangta toward himself again and pressed their lips together securely, wrapping his arms around Kangta's waist.

Kangta slipped his arms around HeeJun's neck, his tongue seeking out HeeJun's delicately. His tongue slipped into HeeJun's mouth, playing softly with HeeJun's. HeeJun responded with gentle strokes and movements form his own tongue, their kiss loving and slow.

HeeJun broke the kiss moments later, pulling Kangta's bottom lip between his own briefly. Kangta took a step back into his apartment. HeeJun let his arms slip away from Kangta, intent on saying goodnight one final time before leaving. Kangta, apparently with plans of his own, grabbed HeeJun's hand and tugged him forward.

As soon as they were both inside the apartment, Kangta shut and locked the door, then pinned HeeJun to the back of the door roughly. HeeJun was unprepared, having always thought of Kangta as very gentle and unsure of himself in matters of love and lust, and he flinched as his back came into contact with the door. Within moments, Kangta's mouth was on his neck and his shirt was halfway unbuttoned. Kangta's slender fingers worked their way down his shirt, undoing Heejun's buttons with a very unexpected precision. He did not stop as his hand found the waistband of Heejun's pants, undoing HeeJun's belt, unclasping the button, and unzipping his pants before returnig hs lips to HeeJun's, pressing his whole body to HeeJun's against the door.

"Woah," HeeJun muttered quietly. "Calm down, Kangta."

Kangta pulled away fractionally and stared at HeeJun. "You... you don't want this?"

"No, I want this," HeeJun reurned, pulling Kangta down for an impassioned kiss. "God, do I want this. I just... want this a bit slower." He shifted his back against the door. "And maybe somewhere a bit more comfortable."

Kissing HeeJun briefly, Kangta smiled. "Alright." Locking his lips to HeeJun's, Kangta took half a step away from the door, then led them to his bedroom. Like in the hallway, their tongues played gently, their kiss more loving than lustful. Kangta led HeeJun to his bed, laying him down and climbing over him. He returned his lips to HeeJun's, playing gently with his lips, as though they were a pair of teenagers rediscovering what it was to kiss. He shut his eyes and focussed his senses into the contact between them, enjoying this one kiss more than any other he'd ever felt.

HeeJun's hands found the sides of Kangta's face, holding him gently as his teeth sought out Kangta's lower lip. He bit Kangta roughly, grinning as Kangta groaned in response to the slight pleasure/pain. HeeJun slipped his hands to the back of Kangta's neck to pull him into a deeper kiss. Kangta complied, slipping his tongue between HeeJun's reddened lips.

Unbuttoning Kangta's shirt slowly, HeeJun brought them into a similar state of undress, before pushing the shirt from the younger man's shoulders. It fell to the floor almost silently. Heejun ran his hands up Kangta's chest, then he ran his nails softly back down his dark skin, grinning again as Kangta released a groan of pleasure/pain. Suddenly taking charge, HeeJun pushed Kangta gently onto his back and climbed onto his lap, pressing their bodies together as he kissed him passionately.

Kangta slipped his hand over HeeJun's growing bulge, kissing the shorter man's neck as he moaned breathlessly. Kangta slipped his hand into HeeJun's unbuckled pants, pressing his palm to the hardened flesh there as HeeJun continued to vocally express his pleasure. HeeJun shifted his hips forward, thrusting uselesly against Kangta's hand in hopes of acieving more pleasure. After a few teasing moments, Kangta wrapped his fingers around HeeJun and began pleasuring him slowly. He trailed his lips to HeeJun's ear, nibbling on the lobe gently.

Removing his shirt with a shrug, HeeJun slipped his pants and boxers off and tossed them to the floor with Kangta's shirt, and, for a moment, Kangta's hand stilled on him, taking in the naked body before him with more than a hint of desire present in his expression. He continued his ministrations and HeeJun brought his lips to Kangta's in a pssionate tangle, his hands playing with the top of Kangta's pants.

Kangta lifted his hips as his pants were removed, ignoring the sound of them landing on the floor with the other discarded clothes. He removed his hand from HeeJun's member as their bodies settled against each others'. He gasped at the contact between them, HeeJun rolling his hips to Kangta's as his lips pulled against Kangta's neck.

Placing one leg on either side of Kangta's body, HeeJun reached behind himself to guide the man gently into him, his whole body clenching against the intrusion despite his attempt to relax. HeeJun buried his face against Kangta's neck, his eyes shut tightly against the pain as he continued to slowly push down against Kangta. When Kangta was buried fully inside of him, HeeJun lay still, trying to adjust.

Kangta ran his fingers relaxingly down HeeJun's spine, then lifted the man's face from the crook of his neck to kiss him gently and comfortingly. "Are you okay?" he whispered against HeeJun's lips.

HeeJun nodded wordlessly after a moment, returning the kiss. He brought his lips crushingly to Kangta's as he painfully pulled off of him, pushing back down shallowly. He repeated the action, his body beginning to relax. Kangta moaned aloud, trying to resist the temptation to drive mindlessly in and out of the man in his arms.

As HeeJun began deepening his movements, Kangta became very vocal in his pleasure. Soon, HeeJun was thrusting down onto him forcefully again and again, pulling from him a stream of words he could not suppress. His thoughts came out in an orderless array of profanity and affection, HeeJun barely listening as Kangta colorfully told him, "I love you so much, you feel so fucking good around me, and I could never live without you, you godsend, oh, fuck me harder, HeeJun, you're so fucking perfect, I'll never stop loving you."

HeeJun reangled the way he was positioned, and immediately felt electrocuted by the sudden burst of pleasure rippling through his body. Something in the back of his mind vaguely reminded him that he had found his prostate, and he rode Kangta ferociously, striking the little bundle of nerves over and over until he was almost shouting Kangta's name.

Kangta felt his peak coming, and he reached up to bring HeeJun over the edge with him, his hand wrapping tightly around HeeJun. HeeJun bucked up into his hand and came almost instantly, his muscles clenching around Kangta. Kangta came a few thrusts later, buried deep inside of HeeJun.

HeeJun collapsed on top of Kangta, instantly regretting it as his hest was coated in his sticky, drying release. He looked pleadingly to Kangta, muttering the word, "Shower?"

Kangta nodded with an exhausted laugh, before pushing HeeJun gently off of himself, collecting two towels, and leading them to the bathroom.
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WooHyuk staggered ungracefully into the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, he splashed some cold water onto his face, then flinched away.

"Hi," came a soft voice behind him as he pressed a soft towel to his face.

He wrapped the towel around the back of his neck and looked at Tony in the mirror. "Hey you. Um... last night, we were, ah... pretty drunk, huh?"

Tony was perplexed. He thought to the night before. But after leaving the alcohol tent with HeeJun and Kangta, he couldn't remember a thing until waking up with the worst hangover of his life. "Why? What happened last night?"

Woohyuk's eyes were wide. "You don't remember?"

"Remember what?" Tony was lost.

WooHyuk looked away from Tony's sick-looking reflection. "Ah, never mind. You really don't want to know."

Tony took a step toward WoHyuk. "What, did I break something? Piss somewhere I shouldn't've?"

WooHyuk turned to Tony. "Just leave it. It's better if you don't remember."

"Come on, tell me."

WooHyuk sighed, turning back toward the sink. He hung his head low, leaning on the counter, and mumbled a statement under his breath.

"What?" Tony questioned.

WooHyuk lifted his head, keping his eyes closed. "I said, we had sex last night. In your bed."

Tony was silent for a moment before repeating, "What?"

"Yeah," WooHyuk turned his head to face Tony, who had shifted to the left in his attempt to understand WooHyuk's former statement. "We were both pretty smashed."

"You mean that wasn't a dream?"

"You mean you remember it?" WooHyuk looked shocked.

Tony nodded sheepishly. "Um... I'm sorry."

"Yeah," WooHyuk nodded, looking away. "Me too." He shook his head, muttering, "More than you know."

"So... what now?"

"I know as well as you do. I've never exactly been in this predicament before."

Tony waited a few moments, casting around for something to say. "Are things... ever going to be okay again between us?"

Woo Hyuk looked over at Tony. A grin swept over his features, looking crooked and only half-true. "Yeah, sure." The grin faltered further. "I hope."

Tony stepped toward the sink, grabbing the Excedrin from the medicine cabinet. He pushed WooHyuk gently a foot or so to the right to give them both room at the sink before popping a few pills into his mouth and drinking a glass of water.

"That was my glass of water," WooHyuk protested.

Tony eyed him. "I've had worse that a bit of your spit from the rim of a glass in my mouth within the last twelve hours, so you shouldn't be so worried."

WooHyuk couldn't suppress a small laugh. "Fair point."

Tony grinned lightheartedly at him in the mirror.

Their eyes met in their reflections, and they were both still for a moment, until Tony stepped away from the sink, blushing slightly. "Sorry. That was uncalled for."

"Hey," WooHyuk halted his attemt to leave with a hand on his elbow. "Don't be sorry. I'd prefer if we could just joke about it, okay?"

"Frankly," Tony turned back to Woo Hyuk, "I don't really want to joke about it, or laugh it off. It's no some broken picture frame, or some ruined jacket."

WooHyuk gently tugged Tony's arm toward himself. Tony stepped into WooHyuk's opened arms, and WooHyuk held Tony tightly. "I know that," he murmured into Tony's hair. "But I would rather we laugh it off than never look at each other the same way."

Tony pulled back slightly, looking up at WooHyuk. "I'm already never going to look at you the same way." He smiled through his severe discomfort with the entire situation.

"I hope you mean that in a good way," WooHyuk smiled in return.

Tony leaned his forehead to WooHyuk's. "So... are we good?"

Woohyuk nodded slightly before replying, "We will be."