I almost make a joke about being glad I don’t have to buy more of that awful strawberry stuff if that’s how he feels, but instead, I smirk and ask, “Yeah? What do I taste like?”
“Everything I’ve ever wanted,” Sun says, so easily it takes a second for the words to really register.
“Sun-ah. You can’t just…” I don’t even finish my sentence. Instead, a strangled sort of noise dies in my throat as I move without thinking, needing to get him back in my space immediately. I scoop him up by the back of his thighs and lift him up onto the island’s counter top so that we’re eye-to-eye.
He blinks at me, eyes all wide and innocent like he doesn’t know what he’s just done to me. “What? I can’t tell the truth?”
“No, I want the truth. I always want that,” I answer him. Sweeping my fingers through his hair, I push it back off his forehead and just look at him. So pretty, everything about him beautiful. “But what are we doing here? Is this… Are we…” I’m flustered, which never used to happen but now feels pretty constant. I want him, and I want him to tell me what this is. What it means for him. For us. “What do you want, Sun?”
Sun sways towards me, his lips meeting mine in the softest, sweetest kiss—there and gone. “I want two things,” he says, pausing as I nod. “I want to be with you. I want us to be together, if that’s what you’re asking. That’s why I’m here. As your boyfriend.”
“Yes. Me too,” I agree, almost dizzy with relief. He’s my boyfriend. Ahn Yung-Sun is myboyfriend.Not wanting to get carried away in my thoughts and miss the second request, I prompt him, “What else? What’s the other thing?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
I don’t respond immediately, because I seem to have forgotten every basic biological function as soon as those words came out of his mouth. Not only do I have aboyfriend, I have aboyfriend who wants to have sex with me. Right now.
He hops off the counter, a very pleased expression on his face, as he seems pretty smug with what he’s done to me. “Kija. Don’t keep me waiting.”
“No. I mean, yes.” I shake my head a little, like that will get the blood flowing in the right direction again. “No, I won’t keep you waiting. Yes, we can… yeah.”
Sun pulls his shirt up over his head, then lets it fall to the floor as he pivots with a coy smile, taking a few steps toward my bedroom. “Come with me.”
I follow him, practically in a trance, watching as he slips hispants down over his hips and kicks them off just outside the door. He steps into the room, disappearing out of my sight line for just a moment, and I see another article of clothing come flying my way. I catch it and instantly realize I’m holding a pair of black briefs, which means he is naked. The shudder that runs down my spine is almost violent, propelling me forward even faster.
“Fuck,” I breathe as I take in the sight of him, on his hands and knees on my bed, the perfect curves of his ass in the air as he opens the drawer of my nightstand. Completely on display for me, he looks like a feast. I want todevourhim. “Sun…”
He glances over his shoulder. “Get naked.” Smirking, he adds, “Please.”
I’m moving on autopilot, tugging my shirt and pants off immediately. Anything that will let me touch him quicker. Socks get thrown across the room into the general vicinity of my hamper, but I decide my own underwear can wait. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slip my arm around his waist, bringing him into my lap again, letting my gaze drop slowly down his body.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, his own fingers trailing over his nipples.
“You know I do,” I growl, kissing him roughly. Until tonight, I have felt more than seen him—hands exploring under blankets, over clothes, learning each other in fairly innocent ways. I was hesitant in my own inexperience, happy to let him decide what we would do and when. Tonight, I am as ready and eager as he is. “Let me touch you,” I whisper, gripping at the dip of his waist.
“Not yet,” he tells me, pressing one more kiss to my lips and scooting up the bed to arrange himself on the pillows. “Just watch.”
And I do, as he leans back, almost like he’s lounging, and reaches for the lube that I bought not long ago on Jase’sadvice and insistence. I knew we would get here eventually, and I wanted to be prepared.
After slicking two of his fingers up, Sun reaches between his legs, completely ignoring his cock, and traces around his rim like he’s teasing himself. Just a few taunting circles and he’s starting to push one in. He moans softly as he lazily pumps his index finger back and forth.
I’m entranced by the scene in front of me—how shameless he is, how comfortable with his own body. All of the worries I had about not being able to adequately get him prepped all disappear, as he clearly knows what he’s doing, taking the lead yet again.
And from the beginning, he’s surprising me, like he always does. If I expected hours of foreplay, taking our time to get worked up, I would have been wrong. But we can do that next time.
“Ah, Ki–ja. Hyung,” he whimpers, hips rocking up as he adds a second finger, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes my throat, nor can I resist the temptation to touch him any longer. I want to see everything—to notice all the ways his body reacts, to find the ways to make him feel better than anything he’s known before. But I’ll do it with my hands on him.
His abs flex each time his fingers go deep, making the droplets of pre-cum shine against his skin. I lean down to lick them up, the taste on my tongue unfamiliar but not unpleasant. Sun whines, twisting like he can’t quite get what he needs. I turn my attention to the motion of his hand, mesmerized at seeing this up close for the first time.
I know this is a well-practiced routine for him, but it’s all new to me. I desperately want to be part of his pleasure, for him to take whatever he needs from me. “Can I help?” I ask, my voice scratchy and deep in a way I don’t think I’ve ever heard before.
“Yes. I want to feel you.” He rolls over to grab the lube, flicks the cap, and waits for me to offer up my fingers. As he coatsthem, he says, “I love your hands. I noticed them the first time I saw you... I’ve been dreaming about this. Having you open me up to take you.”
I have to close my eyes for a second, a wave of heat rushing through me, settling somewhere inside that threatens to burn. I laid here in bed just the other night, my own cock in my hand, thinking about exactly this—what having sex with Sun would be like. However mindblowing what I imagined was, the reality is still better. Especially as I watch him kneel, put his hands on his ass and spread himself to give me better access.
The instant I touch him—just the tip of my finger brushing against his hole—he moans, and I’d be willing to do anything on a long list of illegal activities to hear it again. I swear under my breath as I find little resistance to slide inside, just one finger at first but then he begs—begs—me for another. I am helpless to do anything but give him what he wants, and we gasp in tandem, both overwhelmed by this new feeling. He’s so tight, so warm around me like this, I legitimately fear that I will come immediately when I actually fuck him.
“Ooh, ohh, my god.Fuck,yes.” Sun pushes back, trying to get more from me. “Feels so good. So much better than my own…” He breaks off into a wail as I gently hitch my fingers inside him, tentatively trying one of the tricks Jase told me to find the right spot. “Again!” he demands, thighs shaking, and I feel a sense of accomplishment that makes me unreasonably proud.
