The soft glow of the VIP restaurant lights spilled over the polished marble floor as they arrived. The maître d' greeted them with a discreet nod, quickly guiding them to a private entrance away from curious eyes.
Tae was quiet—too quiet. Kwon could tell something was off. His steps were a little slower, his jaw clenched a little tighter.
As they stepped out of the car, Tae tossed his keys to the valet, muttering a thanks under his breath. Thankfully, he had a change of clothes in his gym bag. He yanked off the tight slacks that had been tormenting him since the ride over, replacing them with loose, baggy sweats and a jumper. It wasn't much, but at least it gave him breathing room.
Kwon followed behind, his footsteps light but uncertain. Tae paused. That space between them… he hated it.
He reached back and grabbed Kwon's hand—firm, unspoken, grounding. Kwon's fingers curled into his without question. It wasn't just comfort—it was control, need, tension.
They walked in together, hands still joined.
The VIP room was more than elegant—it was seductive. Candlelight flickered over crystal glasses. The faint scent of roses mingled with the musk of aged wood. Kwon's eyes widened as he took it all in, but Tae wasn't paying attention to any of it.
He was breathing through his nose, fighting something—fighting himself.
Kwon turned to him, eyes narrowing with concern. "Are you… okay?"
Tae's voice was strained. "It's not going down."
Kwon blinked, confused—until he followed Tae's eyes downward.
Oh.
His face heated instantly, but Tae didn't care to hide it. "It's been like this for too long. It's painful now."
He turned toward the private restroom and mumbled, "Give me a few minutes."
Kwon sat alone, but time dragged like thick honey. Five minutes. Then ten. Still nothing.
Worried, he stood and approached the door, knocking gently. "Tae?"
No answer.
His voice lowered. "I'm coming in."
From inside, Tae grunted. "Kwon—wait—I'm fine—just—"
But Kwon had already opened the door.
What he saw made his heart thud against his ribs.
Tae was leaning against the counter, head back, eyes shut, his breath ragged. The outline of his arousal pressed hard and obvious against the fabric of his sweatpants, still stubborn, still refusing to fade.
Kwon's breath caught, heat flooding his cheeks. He tried to turn, to give Tae privacy—but his body wouldn't move.
"It still hasn't calmed down?" he asked, his voice barely more than a breath.
Tae cracked open an eye, voice low and rough. "No. It's worse."
He tried to straighten up. "You should go. I'll… handle it."
But something snapped inside Kwon—an ache, a curiosity, a boldness he didn't recognize.
"Can I… help you?" he whispered.
The room fell into silence.
Tae's body stiffened, caught between shock and hunger. "Kwon… don't say things like that if you don't mean them."
Kwon stepped closer.
His chest rose and fell fast, nerves flooding him, but something in him felt brave under the weight of Tae's eyes.
"I mean it," he whispered. "Let me help."
Tae opened his mouth to protest—but Kwon was already kneeling slightly, his fingers trembling as they brushed the waistband of Tae's pants.
Tae hissed through his teeth, his head hitting the mirror behind him. "Kwon—fuck—you don't know what you're doing."
"I don't care," Kwon said, voice breathless. "I want to."
When Kwon wrapped his hand around him, Tae choked out a moan so raw it sent shivers down Kwon's spine. His hand moved—shy at first, uncertain, but learning with each pulse, each reaction Tae gave him.
"God… Kwon—" Tae's voice cracked, his fingers clutching the counter behind him. "You're gonna drive me insane."
Kwon's eyes rose to meet his. "Good," he whispered.
Tae dropped his forehead to Kwon's shoulder, his voice ragged and soft. "I didn't want our first time to be like this."
"It's not," Kwon whispered. "This is just… something I want to do."
Their breaths mingled, heat thick between them. Tae's hands, desperate for grounding, found Kwon's waist, holding him close as pleasure built like a wave he could barely ride.
And Kwon, in his own stunned haze, couldn't stop watching Tae—how undone he looked, how beautiful, how real.
It wasn't just lust.
It was vulnerability. Trust. A thousand unspoken things they hadn't said… yet.
Tae's fingers dug into Kwon's waist, his grip desperate, trembling with the effort to stay grounded. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls as if they too were caught in the feverish rhythm between them. Kwon's hand never stopped — it moved along Tae's shaft with increasing speed, each stroke eliciting a choked moan that vibrated through the narrow space between their bodies.
"Ah—Kwon… haaaah—fuck…" Tae gasped, his voice breaking as his hips jerked helplessly into the touch. Every nerve in his body felt alive, on edge, on fire.
Kwon turned slightly, the corner of his lips brushing Tae's jaw, but his hand didn't falter. If anything, it sped up — slick, confident, relentless.
Unable to take the overwhelming pleasure, Tae buried his face in the crook of Kwon's neck, breathing heavily against the warm skin. Then, almost involuntarily, he bit down — not too hard, but enough to make Kwon hiss and shudder.
"Shit—Tae…" Kwon whispered, breath hitching. The sting of teeth only seemed to fuel him. His free hand curled around the back of Tae's neck, holding him close as he continued pumping him with unyielding rhythm.
Tae's breath grew erratic, soft cries spilling against Kwon's skin with each sharp jolt of pleasure. Their bodies moved in perfect chaos — messy, unrestrained, burning with desire and something far deeper, something neither of them dared speak aloud just yet.
And still, Kwon didn't stop.
Tae's body was trembling — every muscle taut, every breath shallow. He was right there, teetering at the edge, clinging to the last thread of control. The pressure building inside him was unbearable, electric, white-hot.
His lips brushed against Kwon's ear, voice low and broken.
"I'm gonna cum…" he whispered, breath hitching as his teeth caught Kwon's earlobe in a sudden, desperate bite.
Kwon let out a shaky exhale, his own body reacting instinctively to the sensation — the heat, the intensity, the rawness in Tae's voice. His arm was already aching from how long he'd kept going, but he didn't stop. Not when Tae sounded like that. Not when Tae needed him.
"Just let go," Kwon murmured, his voice husky and strained. His hand moved faster now, fueled by Tae's trembling gasps, by the way Tae clung to him like he was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
And then—Tae shattered.
His entire body jerked, hips bucking uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy crashed through him. A low cry escaped his lips, muffled against Kwon's skin as he came hard, spilling between their bodies. His legs weakened, and his hands clutched at Kwon desperately, grounding himself in the only thing that felt real in the moment.
Kwon slowed his hand, finally letting go, wrapping both arms around Tae instead — steadying him, holding him close. Tae was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling against Kwon's in uneven rhythm, his hair damp with sweat, skin flushed and glowing.
Without saying a word at first, Tae tightened his hold, burying his face in Kwon's shoulder. The tension melted away slowly, replaced by a soft vulnerability.
"Thank you…" he breathed, voice barely audible, but full of something deeper than just gratitude.
Kwon rested his chin on Tae's head, lips brushing against damp strands of hair.
"Always," he whispered back.