“I’ve been waiting for you,” he says, reaching to grasp my wrist, fingers circling until he’s got a hold on me.
I know I should shake him off, but I don’t. “What?”
His other hand smooths the lapel of my jacket, and it feels entirely too familiar and intimate. “I was waiting for you to call for me.”
“How did you know I would?” I ask. My voice sounds like it belongs to someone else.
Sun’s gaze meets mine for a quick glance and then his fingers are sliding up to the knot of my tie before he wraps thematerial around his fist and pulls me closer to him. There’s one breath of hesitation—a pause—and I realize he’s giving me a chance to back away. To stop him.
I don’t.
He leans in, lashes fluttering as his eyes close, and presses his lips to mine. Gently at first, then with more intention. Any kind of surprise I thought I might feel just… isn’t there. If anything, the tension I’d been holding disappears, my body relaxing into the moment.
Pulling away, he blinks at me. Once, twice, and then he’s kissing me again.
And I’m kissing him back. Like it’s something I’ve always done. Like this was what I didn’t know I was supposed to be doing all along.
Sun gasps, a shaky little sound, as I sweep my tongue over his plump lower lip, just to tease.
It’s simple. Instinctive. To push a little farther to chase the soft moan that escapes when he opens up for me. To let my hands settle at his waist, grasping like I’m suddenly afraid to let him go.
But I have to break away, have to breathe. I need air, need to take a second.
I called him over. To talk. To figure things out.
But maybe also this. To see what would happen.
Stepping back, I drop onto my couch and loosen my tie. He joins me almost immediately, curling up with his feet tucked underneath him, leaning in toward me. His proximity makes me dizzy, but the eye contact he makes has my pulse racing. Everything about him is overwhelming.
I clear my throat, as though that will somehow also help me clear my head. “I, uh, I wanted to talk.”
“I wanted to kiss you,” he says. “So I did.”
“Yeah, I… That was…” I have no idea what I’m trying to say.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” His hands are on my tie again, stroking the silk fabric in a way that immediately makes me think of other places I’d like him to do the same. “Might want to do it again,” he comments, as he unfolds himself and throws one leg over mine, straddling my thighs.
“Fuck,” I curse, the word getting lost as his lips brush mine. But then I’m sinking into the cushions and he’s squirming against me, mouths crashing together, all teeth and tongue as it seems like he’s going to try to get everything he can from me while he has the chance. It’s clumsy but endearing, how badly he wants this. Wants me.
Sun whines when I pull back some, clearly displeased. He looks at me, a little petulant, a little bit hurt. “Why did you…”
I stop him with one finger held to his lips. “Wait.” His whole body freezes, then he shudders, a delayed reaction to something he seems to have just discovered he might like. Smiling, I lean back in. “Go easy,” I say, nudging my nose against his, then bowing my head to skim along the line of his jaw.
His fingers twist in my shirt, making the fabric taut, as he whimpers, tilting his head to give me better access to nip at his throat. Exhaling shakily, he requests, “Kiss me again. Sh- show me what you like.”
I take his lower lip between my teeth, sucking languidly for a moment before giving him a quick nip, then kissing the corner of his mouth. He’s practically vibrating, clutching at me impatiently as I finally bring our lips back together with the barest hint of tongue. It seems to be enough for him to understand that there may be a time for us to try to devour each other in the future, but this isn’t it.
My hand wraps around the back of his neck, thumb grazing his cheek to gently guide him, and time just starts to slip away. We fall into a bit of a cadence, unhurried, pausing to inhale, open a little more, then deepen each kiss until it’s all shared airbetween us, passing each breath back and forth like a confession.
Eventually, Sun swoons a bit, creating the smallest bit of distance, and when I see him, his lips slick and swollen from kissing, eyes dark and heavy with want, I am certain this has gone too far. But I don’t push him away. I don’t want to and I’m not sure I could. It’s not just the weight of him keeping me here.
“Tell me about your first kiss,” he whispers, two of his fingers trailing over my lips. I swear they tingle in the wake of his touch.
“I was twelve, I think? Her name was Sooah and she was very pretty, but I was scared of her,” I say, laughing, because I realize those intimidating pre-teen feelings are not entirely different from the ones I’m having now. “She ran up to me after school one day, grabbed my face, and kissed me. I think I just stood there for a solid couple of minutes after she ran off giggling with her friends.”
Sun smiles, laughing a little himself. “Aww. I bet twelve-year-old Kija was very cute.”
“I was, thank you,” I lie, because I was very much not cute at all at twelve. “What about yours?”
