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“Stay with me tonight?”
There was nothing innocent about the question.
“Okay.”
Something had changed between them, Han could feel it in the way JL eagerly sought out his lips. He willingly let himself be pulled in.
He could still taste the alcohol on his lips. Han pressed closer, trying to taste every inch of his mouth, all eager lips and tongue, as if he was trying to steal his very breath.
JL was holding on to him so tightly, fingers tangled into his hair, bodies pressed together so close he could feel every twitch, every movement.
He pulled away, averting his eyes from the debauched look on JL’s face. Baka di na siya makapag pigil.Han kissed the corner of his lips, down his jaw, and the column of his neck. Just quick pecks on his his heated flesh. Han found it fascinating how such pale skin could blossom into pink shades at his touch.
Ang likot ng kamay ni JL, one on the back of Han’s head, urging him closer, like he wanted Han’s lips to meld into his skin. His other hand bunched up the fabric of Han’s shirt, fingers dipping into the skin of his back, in teasing, fleeting touches.
“Han.” The way he whispered his name sent a shiver down his spine- like a breathless, reverent plea. “Why are you holding back?”
He froze.
Putanginang buhay to. Mababaliw na ata ako.
“Do you know what you’re asking right now?” Han asked, throat suddenly gone dry as he stared down at JL.
The dark look in his eyes drew Han in, touch tantalizing as he placed his palm on Han's cheek.
"Is that so hard to believe?" Parang nanibago si Han.His image of JL had always been this sweet, good boy, but this JL knew exactly what he wanted.
“Your parents-”
“We’ll be quiet.” Di na nakapalag si Han. JL suddenly surged up, pushing Han down on his back.
JL looked mesmerizing in this lighting, straddling him as he shrugged off Han's jacket, dropping it just beside the bed.
"San na yung tapang mo?" Han couldn't tear his eyes off JL as he leaned forward. He watched his eyes flicker to his lips, then back up his eyes, as if he was teasing him.
He took Han's hesitant hands, placing them on his waist where he knew Han could feel where fabric and skin met.
Han was completely blindsided. This JL was bold, and he knew exactly how to take what he wanted.
“Huhubarin mo, o ako na maghuhubad para sa’yo?” JL breathed into his ear, his words light and teasing.
Tangina talaga.
Han felt the heat rising to his cheeks, sputtering. JL takes mercy on him, catching his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. All his thoughts flew out the window.
Di na din niya mapigilan ang mga kamay niya. JL's skin felt soft, warm under his clammy hands. He hadn't noticed he was slowly pulling JL's shirt up, the fabric bunched up in his hands.
When JL pulled back, just enough to help him slip the clothing off, Han chased after his lips, eyes glazed over. Tinawanan siya ni JL, cupping his face and dipping in for another kiss as he tossed the shirt haphazardly behind him.
“Why are you doing this to me?” He thought out loud, earning a raised brow from the other.
“What?”
“Driving me crazy.” Shamelessly, Han let his eyes wander the expanse of unblemished skin, like it was a feast made just for him.
He sat up, pants so unbearably tight. He saw JL biting down on his bottom lip at the movement, and Han knows he must have felt it too.
Han pulled him in for another kiss, although briefly, hands cupping JL's face. His lips quickly move on, leaving a kiss on JL's forehead, his eyes fluttering close as Han kissed each of his eyelids, a kiss on the tip of his nose, on his bruised cheek, on his jaw—
“What are you doing?” JL asked quietly, breath hitching.
“Appreciating art.”
The answer came as a whisper on his skin, Han’s lips already on the column of his neck, arms wrapping around JL's waist.
JL sputtered at his words, but is quickly distracted by the sensation of Han's lips on his neck, his throat, his collarbones— each kiss fleeting, gentle, but enough to stir the butterflies in his stomach.
"Han..." His voice shook, watching Han place a delicate kiss on his shoulders.
"Shh..." Han shushed him, lips landing on JL's arm, trailing kisses down to his elbows, to his wrist. His eyes lock on JL as he held on to his hand, pressing kisses on to the back of his hand, his palm, and his knuckles. "Let me adore you, like you deserve."
JL swallowed thickly, as watched Han repeat the same motions to his other arm. Each kiss lit a fire under his skin.
JL felt himself being laid back down, legs parted enough to let Han fill the space between.
J supported himself on his arms, eyes focused on Han as slipped lower. Han’s eyes were dark as they looked up at him, lips pressing loud kisses on his stomach and lower, just above the his pants. Without even asking, JL knew from the look in his eyes what he wanted.
He nodded, seeing the ghost of a smile on Han’s lips as his fingers nimbly worked on unbuttoning and unzipping JL’s pants. He raised his hips enough to assist Han in pulling it down and off his slender legs. It joined all his other clothes on the floor.
He watched Han dip his head forward, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he felt his lips on the skin of his hips, a shiver running through his body as Han gravitated to his thighs.
"Han– t-teka lang—"
"Di mo pa ba naranasang sinasamba ka?” Han's voice came out low, lips grazing the inside of JL’s thigh as he stared up at him.
He could clearly the flush of his skin, reaching the very tips of his ears. Han would have thought it cute, if not for the situation at hand, “Because I can. I’ll do it every. single. day.”
JL’s breath seemed caught in his chest.
“Let me worship you.” Han was staring up at him as he continued his task, leaving fleeting kisses on his knees, gripping his leg delicately as if he was something fragile- kissing him all the way down to his feet,
Hindi na kapaghintay si JL. Just as Han was moving to do the same to his other leg, JL pulled him back up.
“While I like your lips on my body,” He seemed a little breathless as he spoke, voice heavy with want. “I’d rather have your lips on mine.”
As if he had any strength to resist, anyway.
“Ba’t ako lang nakahubad?” Those words were spoken againstt his lips, in between kisses. JL had his hands on the hem of Han’s shirt, tugging at it, “Off.”
"Bossy, aren’t you?” Still, Han gave in without a fight, his shirt joining the mess on the floor.
Curious hands roamed his chest, stomach and back, deft fingers eventually reaching for his pants. Han kicked them off without being told, feeling as if he could finally breathe.
He could feel more without the fabric in the way.
JL is distracting him with his lips, but Han could feel the movement of his hands. Sneaky fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers. He kissed him just a little bit harder, as if to urge him to do more.
Han licked into JL’s mouth, just as his hands slipped inside his boxers.
“Fuck.” Narinig niya ang mahinang mura ni JL when he pulled back to breathe, soft hands wrapping around his stiff cock, “Didn’t think you’d be this big.”
One flick on his wrist has Han moaning low, head dropping to JL’s shoulder.
“Jay...” Was the only thing he could say, feeling the slow movements of JL’s hands on him.
“Cute mo.” JL continued to tease him, feeling his heavy breathing against his neck as Han pressed closer, hips rolling as he thrust shallowly into JL’s hand, “I bet you’ve thought about fucking me before.”
Tanginang bibig yan.
“If I did?”
“How about you stop thinking and start doing?”
JL was completely different in bed than how he acted with everyone else.
He let go of Han's cock in favor of pushing down his boxers, freeing his erection.
"Han," kagat-labi nitong sabi, "I want to try it."
"JL—"
The words died in his throat when he saw JL reach for one of his hands. His eyes seemed stuck to JL's every movement. Han inhaled sharply, feeling JL's tongue lapping at his fingers, coating them thoroughly with his saliva.
"Anong ginagawa mo?" Han sounded a little strained as he asked.
"Tinutulungan ka." as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
JL let go of his wrist once he was satisfied.
Han knew what he wanted, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want the same thing.
He slipped his hand between JL's spread legs, searching for that ring of muscles. The slightest touch seemed to make it twitch.
Han watched JL's expression as he pressed the tip of his wet finger against the puckered hole, teasingly pushing his finger in.
He felt JL suck in a breath, lips falling open as Han fully pushed a finger inside, testing the waters.
JL's shaky moans filled his ears as he worked more fingers in, slowly stretching him open. Three fingers in, and JL's eyes were practically begging for more.
He hears a soft whine as he pulled his fingers out. He wrapped his hand around his own aching cock, making himself comfortable between JL's legs.
JL licked his lips in anticipation, watching Han as he pressed the head of his cock against his ass.
The head of his cock got caught on the fluttering hole, urging Han to press closer.
"Fuck, Han." ungol ni JL, head falling back against the sheets, chest heaving. He looked up at Han through lidded eyes.
han continued pushing in, feeling the drag of his cock along JL's walls. It was a tight fit, yet the warmth around him was tantalizing.
"Shit." Mura nito habang napapikit, "Sikip."
"Sagad mo na."
It was as if his words were some kind of spell. Han snapped his hips forward, swallowing the loud moan from JL's lips.He could feel him trembling, fingers digging into his back as he held on for dear life.
"..big." JL manages to gasp out, looking a little dazed, "Fuck. I can feel you stretching me open."
"Jay...fuck."
"Han..." there it was again. A plea disguised as his name. It was music to his ears, "Please."
God, that voice made him weak in the knees.
"Do you know the difference between fucking and making love, Jay?" He asked, though it took all of his self control to do so. JL looked at him with curious eyes. "I'll show you."
JL was unbearably hot, and tight as he pulled back. Then without warning, pushed back in. JL let out a starled cry at the movement, sucking in a breath.
"A-ah! Han!"
He didn't even give him time to recover, repeating the same motions. Wala nang nagawa si JL kundi ang umungol, while Han's pounded into him.
JL bit into his hand, trying to muffle his noises.
Han set an unforgiving pace, hips pushing against JL's, the sound skin on skin filling the room.
"This is what fucking feels like." He whispered into JL's ear, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust that sent JL's mind reeling.
"Tangina, JL, ang sarap mo, alam mo ba yun?" Nagpatuloy siya, kahit mukhang hindi naman naiintindihan na ni JL ang sinasabi niya, hims kind clouded over with pleasure. "Your body is so willing."
"H-han—" The nails scraping down his back added to the pleasure.
"Fucking, Jay." Paalala niya ulit dito, eventually slowing down. "but this? This is what making love is."
JL wasn't sure if he could tell the difference, but it wasn't as subtle as he thought.
Han rearranged their position, finding a way to move impossibly closer. Any more, and JL swears they'd meld into one. This position was more intimate— chest-to-chest, hip on hip.
Each roll of his hips sent a wave of pleasure through every nerve in his body. This time, it felt deeper, more intimate, reaching parts of him JL didn't even seem to be aware of.
JL's vision swam as he felt Han push in, feeling lips and teeth on his neck, marking him, claiming him. The noises he was makig were sinful, if only he didn't have to keep himself quiet.
Each thrust, each kiss, kept JL on the edge of pleasure, biting back ewch noise that spilled from his lips.
"Cumming." Han warned, shoving his cock in so deep, it had JL practically seeing stars.
"Inside, Han."
Putang ina, sino bang hindi mababaliw sa ganyan?
He felt grab JL by the face, lips crashing into his just as Han pulled him in by the waist, hips stuttering as he buried himself deeper, spilling his cum inside JL.
The sensation had JL spilling over, making a mess between their bodies.
Han let himself sag into JL's willing arms, carefuly not to crush him as he laid down on top of him. The sound of ragged breathing fill the silence of the room.
Han had yet to pull out, as JL ran his fingers through Han's hair, trying to catch his breath.
When he finally felt Han shifting, he instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist to keep him from moving away or from pulling out.
"Han.. isa pa?" The hungry look in his eyes spelled trouble.
Pero sino ba naman siya para tumanggi?