“And no center console.”
“That too.”
Duri kissed the corner of his mouth. “Come upstairs.”
Noeul looked at him. Duri didn’t push.
Noeul reached for his hand. “Okay.”
Duri smiled, but Noeul tightened his fingers around his before he could open the door. “Wait.”
Duri turned back. Noeul leaned across the console and kissed him once more. Just because he wanted to. When he pulled away, Duri looked almost stunned.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Stop saying that.”
“I’m trying very hard not to ruin the moment.”
Noeul laughed. “Come on, liebling.”
This time, when Duri opened the door, Noeul followed him. The snow continued falling outside. Noeul didn’t wonder how long something good would last. He simply let himself have it.
The moment the apartment door closed behind them, Duri bent to take off his shoes. Noeul barely gave him the chance. He caught Duri by the front of his jacket and pulled him back. Duri stumbled, laughing.
Noeul kissed him. Whatever Duri had been about to say disappeared against his mouth. His back met the door with a soft thud, and Noeul moved closer, one hand still twisted in his jacket. Duri’s hands settled at his waist, warm even through his clothes. For a few seconds, neither seemed willing to stop.
Duri pulled back first, just enough to breathe. “You’re different tonight.”
Noeul frowned. “Is that a complaint?”
“Absolutely not.”
Noeul kissed him again. Duri smiled against his lips.
“Stop smiling.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because you keep kissing me.”
Noeul stared at him. “Would you prefer I stop?”
The smile vanished immediately. “No.”
A laugh escaped Noeul. “Then shut up.”
“Yes, hyung.”
Noeul kissed him before he could become any more annoying. This time, Duri’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Noeul let himself sink against him. One of Duri’s hands moved slowly up his back while the other remained at his waist, and Noeul’s fingers slipped into the hair at the back of his neck.
Duri’s mouth left his lips and moved along his jaw, then his neck. Noeul inhaled sharply.
Duri stopped.