It started innocently enough — at least, that’s what Hong thought. A lazy evening, both of them curled on the couch, the low hum of the TV flickering in the background. Hong’s hair fell over his eyes, soft and messy, and his lips — God, his lips — shone faintly from the drink he’d just finished.

Nut’s gaze couldn’t move away. He was supposed to be listening, supposed to laugh at whatever half-joke Hong had muttered. Instead, all he could hear was the pounding in his chest, the way his body leaned forward as if dragged by a string tied to Hong’s mouth.

“Nut?” Hong tilted his head, lips parting slightly, the faintest tease of a smile curving the corner. “You’re staring.”

Nut’s breath caught. Juicy. That was the only word that came to him. Glossed with warmth, soft with invitation. He didn’t even answer — he just closed the space, pressing Hong back into the cushions.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It was hungry.

Nut’s mouth crashed onto Hong’s, teeth grazing, tongue licking at the seam until Hong gasped against him. And Nut couldn’t stop — he caught that bottom lip between his own, sucking, tasting, dragging his tongue across as if he were desperate to memorize it.

“Nut — ” Hong’s voice broke, his hands clutching Nut’s shoulders, unsure if he wanted to pull him closer or push him away. His lips tingled, swollen already, but Nut only groaned into the kiss, chasing the taste again and again.

“You don’t know…” Nut whispered against his mouth, his words broken by kisses, “how much I’m addicted to this.” His tongue darted out, licking along the curve of Hong’s upper lip, tracing it like worship, like hunger.

Hong shivered, his head falling back, eyes half-closed as Nut devoured him with another deep, messy kiss. Every lick, every pull of lips was possessive, reckless — like Nut was drunk on nothing but him.

By the time Nut finally broke away, their breaths were ragged, their lips red and glistening. Hong could barely meet his gaze, his heart hammering.

“Crazy,” Hong muttered, though his voice was shaking. “You’re absolutely crazy.”

Nut smirked, leaning in to steal another slow, teasing lick of his lover’s bottom lip.

“Maybe,” he whispered. “But only for you.”

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