The Taste of You

Steam drifted lazily from the bathroom as Hong stepped out, his damp body wrapped only in a towel. Drops of water still clung stubbornly to his skin, catching the dim light and sliding down the sharp lines of his collarbone, over his chest, and across his shoulders.

Nut’s eyes locked on him immediately. He couldn’t pretend not to stare anymore. The sight was intoxicating — Hong standing there, hair wet and dripping, breath soft from the heat of the shower.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Hong teased, but his voice trembled ever so slightly.

Nut closed the distance slowly, like he was approaching something fragile, something forbidden. His eyes lingered on a bead of water tracing the curve of Hong’s shoulder. He leaned down, lips brushing skin, and then — his tongue flicked out.

Warm. Wet. Slow.

He licked the droplet away, savoring it as though it carried Hong’s taste. His tongue followed the trail of water down the slope of Hong’s shoulder, pressing, dragging with deliberate heat. Hong gasped, his fingers tightening around the towel at his waist.

“Nut…” His voice broke, half a warning, half a plea.

Nut didn’t stop. He let his mouth wander lower, his tongue tracing circles, then his lips sealed against Hong’s skin in a lingering kiss. The salt of his damp skin, the heat rising beneath — it was all too much, too addictive.

He moved to Hong’s neck, kissing slowly, then harder, until Hong tilted his head back involuntarily, giving him more. Nut’s teeth grazed his skin, and Hong let out a shaky breath.

When Nut finally pulled back, his lips were red, his eyes dark with hunger. For a heartbeat they only stared at each other — breathing unevenly, caught between restraint and desire.

Then Nut cupped Hong’s face and closed the space between them. Their mouths crashed together, wet and urgent, lips parting almost immediately as their tongues tangled. It wasn’t gentle; it was raw, messy, and desperate, every ounce of restraint burned away.

The taste of water, the taste of skin, the taste of each other — everything blurred until there was nothing left but them.