28. Roommate-aversary #3
The electricity that sparked through Theo’s every cell was almost overwhelming. He’d never kissed anyone the way he was kissing Dae—with complete abandon. No thoughts, no doubts, no fear, just love and relief and wanting.
He moved his lips with Dae’s, hungry, on fire, needing more, his arms wrapping around Dae’s neck without conscious thought, crushing their bodies together. It didn’t matter that he was sore from the fire escape. Nothing mattered in the entire universe but this man and this kiss.
But then Dae was pulling back, and Theo grunted in whiny frustration. “If you deny this because I’m in emotional distress, I fucking swear, Moon Daeyoung.”
His voice was breathless. “I was just going to take off my shirt.”
“Oh.” Fucking yes. “Then get on with it.”
The corners of Dae’s mouth quirked as he undid the first button, then the second, watching Theo watch him.
It was the hottest thing Theo had ever seen in his life, and Dae hadn’t even shown any skin yet.
By the time he popped the third, Theo’s impatience won out, and he grabbed the fabric, lifting it over Dae’s head.
He nearly swore at the sight of Dae’s muscles flexing with the movement.
Or maybe he did, judging by Dae’s blush.
“Are you just going to stand there gawking?”
He was too beautiful not to stare at, with his pink cheeks, shy, dimpled smile, and bare chest. Theo had seen him undressed before, but now it was different.
Everything was different. Theo’s hand once again made a decision on its own and floated to Dae’s peck, his fingers brushing softly over the muscle, running over his nipple, then down to his abs.
“Fuck, Dae.” It was one thing to see it, but it was another to touch it. He added more pressure, his fingers running back up to his chest, over his heart.
Dae trapped his hand with his own and wrapped his arm around Theo’s waist, guiding him backwards until his back was against the wall. His dark stare dove into Theo.
“This is real.” It wasn’t a question, but it was. The catch in his voice sent a white hot current through Theo’s body.
“This is real.”
Dae’s smile lit up Theo’s entire existence. He dipped his head, kissing along Theo’s jaw while his hand slipped under his shirt. “I’m not just one of your tarts?”
“Of course not. You’re a floozy at worst.”
His laugh was thick and rough and laced with heat, but it was still his laugh, and it reminded Theo that, despite how surreal the moment was, they were still them.
Somehow, that was so much sexier than the intensity, and he had to have his mouth on Dae’s.
His lips were exactly as soft as he always imagined.
Theo had the urge to suck on the bottom one, so he did, and received a rumbling groan for his efforts.
And when Dae’s tongue slid against Theo’s, he thought he might pass out, but instead, he moaned from somewhere deep in his belly, grabbing onto Dae’s hips and pulling him closer.
They were both so hungry for each other that remembering how to breathe didn’t seem to matter. Every one of Theo’s nerves burned for him, wanting him closer. And when Dae started to lift Theo’s shirt, he raised his hands quickly to shove the fabric out of the way and get Dae’s lips back.
Dae complied, crashing their mouths together, but he also wrapped his arms around Theo’s middle and guided him away from the wall towards his bedroom, stumbling with kisses until they fell onto the bed.
Theo had never needed anyone like this before.
Even the moment between him falling and Dae crawling on top of him was too long to be apart. Every part of Theo demanded him.
Dae settled his weight onto Theo, rocking his hips as he kissed him, letting Theo feel how hard he was.
Theo broke away to breathe. “Why the fuck are we still wearing pants?”
Dae laughed into his neck, dragging his lips down his skin to his chest. “That is an excellent question.”
Theo arched his back, chasing the warmth of Dae’s mouth as he swirled his tongue over his nipple, smiling at Theo’s gasp. Then his kisses trailed down his stomach and his fingers dipped below the hem of his pants, unbuttoning and pulling, letting out a low hum as he tossed them aside.
Dae’s mouth hung open, his eyes devouring Theo’s body like it was his last meal. “Fuck.”
Nervous sparks flew out of Theo’s mouth in a laugh. “Don’t you know swearing is unbecoming of a gentleman?”
Dae met his eyes and Theo nearly came just from the sight of pure desire in them. He shook his head as he got on all fours, his mouth hovering so close to Theo’s cock that it made his brain short circuit.
“Tonight,” he said, his voice raspy, “I am no gentleman.”
And then his mouth covered him, his lips moving up and down, his hair falling across his forehead. One hand wandered up Theo’s stomach while the other circled his shaft, gently stroking.
“Ohmygod, Dae.” Theo’s head fell back and he gasped for breath.
Nothing in his life had ever felt this amazing.
It wasn’t just the sensation of the warm, wet friction that was sending him into a frenzy.
It was the fact that the person doing it was Dae.
His Dae. Between his legs. Head bobbing.
Looking up at him to watch his pleasure.
His pretty lips on his cock. “Oh fuck, Dae, I’m going to—”