I don’t know how to stop wanting you.

Nut pulls him in, slowly but with purpose. His arms wrap around Hong’s waist, and suddenly, there's no space left between them. Skin against skin. Heartbeats tangled. Hong lets out a breath — sharp, unsteady — like he’s been holding it for weeks.

He barely has time to think. The feel of Nut’s body against his, the warmth, the smell of his skin — like cedar and safety — fills his head until it’s the only thing there.

Nut:

(breathless)

Hong…

Hong:

(whispers)

Yeah?

Nut:

I don’t know how to stop wanting you.

Nut pulls back just enough to see his face, searching his eyes, like he’s trying to memorize something important.

Hong:

You don’t have to.

Their mouths find each other again. It’s deeper now. Less hesitant. Tongues brushing, breath mixing, hands wandering with a mix of reverence and hunger. Nut leads gently, but Hong doesn’t shy away. He presses closer, like if he can just get close enough, it’ll quiet the ache that’s been living inside him since the first time Nut looked at him like he mattered.

They find the bed together, moving in sync without words. The mattress gives beneath them, but neither notices. There’s too much else — lips on necks, fingers grazing ribs, whispered names like prayers.

Nut slows everything down, checking in with every touch.

Nut:

Is this okay?

Hong:

Yes.

Nut:

Tell me if it’s not.

Hong:

I will.

Nut gently lays Hong down on the bed and leans over him. Hong closes his eyes, his long ash-gray lashes brushing softly against his cheeks. Nut reaches out and brushes Hong's silvery hair away from his forehead. At the touch, Hong squeezes his eyes tighter.

Nut chuckles softly, his breath warm against Hong’s skin.

"Open your eyes," he whispers.

Slowly, Hong opens them, and Nut finds himself face to face with that oceanic blue gaze — the color of the sea at noon, deep and endless. He drowns in them willingly, helplessly.

Hong wraps his arms around Nut’s neck and lifts his head slightly, brushing his lips softly against Nut’s.

It said everything he couldn’t speak: I want you.

Nut tightens his fingers gently around the back of Hong's head and kisses him deeply — hungrily. His lips explore Hong’s soft, sweet mouth with such longing that his teeth graze and bite just slightly.

"Aah — !" Hong gasps, the sound caught between surprise and pleasure.

Nut pulls back for a second, panting lightly, eyes dark with desire.

"Did I hurt you?" he murmurs.

Hong blinks up at him, lips red and wet. "No," he breathes, "do it again."

A shaky laugh escapes Nut. “You’ll be the end of me…”

He kisses him again, slower this time, letting their breaths sync. The world narrows to the heat between them, the press of their bodies, and the storm of emotions neither can name.

Nut takes off his shirt. Hong begins to explore the body that is so dreamy. He bites his lower lip and feels that he is dying to feel Nut inside him.

He sits up, grabs Nut by the shoulders and throws Nut onto the bed. He begins to kiss Nut's naked body, drawing circles with his tongue on every part of Nut.

Nut:

Hongshieeee!

Hong begins to untie Nut's belt, and at the same time looks into Nut's eyes.

Nut:

If you don't want it, it's okay.

Hong doesn't respond. He pulls back and sits on the bed. He hugs his knees. Nut hugs Hong from behind.

Nut:

Hongshie.

Hong:

I want it.

Nut starts kissing Hong's shoulders, kissing reaches Hong's tattoo and starts leaving love marks on it. He completely undresses Hong and starts to run his eyes over Hong's body.

Nut's head is now full of only one thought. Why is this guy so perfect? ​​

Nut gets completely naked, Hong gets off the couch and kneels in front of Nut. He takes Nut's penis in his mouth and starts to suck. Nut is in bliss. Hong behaves like a professional. Nut grabs Hong's head and squeezes his penis even tighter. After a while, Hong starts to choke.

Nut:

Are you okay?

Hong:

Yes.

Nut lifts Hong's head and starts to kiss.

He lays Hong down on the bed and starts stroking Hong's ass.

Hong:

Nut, I…

Nut:

If you don't want to do it, you can stop.

Hong:

I'm just scared.

Nut:

Just tell me and I'll stop.

Nut gently inserts his index finger into Hong's ass hole.

Nut:

Are you okay?

Hong:

I think so.

Nut inserts a second finger and starts moving it.

Hong starts pressing the sheet with his hands.

Nut removes his fingers and looks at Hong, who is in bliss.

He rolls Hong onto his stomach and starts kissing Hong's back.

He tries to insert his penis into Hong. Hong closes his eyes and presses himself against the bed.

Nut begins to move his penis and kiss Hong at the same time.

After a while, Nut falls next to Hong and takes a deep breath.

The room was darkening — only the faint yellowish light of the bedside lamp flickered across the walls, casting long shadows. Outside, the city breathed quietly, calmly. As the night stretched on, inside, everything had come to a standstill.

Hong lay on his stomach, the sheets half-pulled down his back — his skin still warm with the breath of love. His gray hair was slightly damp, clinging to his forehead. And his eyes — still with the blue lenses — gleamed under the soft light. They looked like the sea now — deep, beautiful, a little lost.

Nut lay beside him, flat on his back, his head tilted toward the ceiling. His chest rose and fell steadily, his arms resting loosely at his sides. He didn’t speak, just stared upward, as if trying to understand something — or forget. His gaze wasn’t empty — it was filled with noisy silence.

Hong wasn’t looking at him. He was just there — his body close, but his soul slightly distant. His heart had begun to tighten, in the aftermath of love — when it was still unclear whether what had happened was right, whether what he felt was returned.

Around them, light and shadow blended into the same thin silence. And the peace of this moment wrapped around them with a dangerous tenderness.

The hours passed silently, without a word. At one moment, Nut turned — his eyes barely opened, then closed again. He slowly moved closer to Hong, wrapped himself in his arms, and rested his head on his chest, as if searching for a place to rest.

Hong held his breath. He hadn’t expected this gesture, but he said nothing. He simply embraced Nut gently, like something fragile. His heart was beating with both anxiety and tenderness.

Nut’s breathing slowed — he was already asleep. His head lay softly on Hong’s chest, his hair spilling over, tousled and soft. Hong quietly ran his fingers through it, carefully playing with a few strands. His fingers slid slowly through Nut’s hair — as if he were weaving music into the silence.

He looked upward, then at Nut’s face. He was sleeping peacefully and carelessly — offering no clues, asking for nothing. But Hong’s heart was growing heavier. There was a quiet ache inside him — an uncertainty hidden in the beauty of the moment. Did this night mean something? Did Nut feel the same?

His eyes, still wearing the blue lenses, dimmed under the light — calm like the sea, but with storms beneath the surface. He held Nut closer, as if trying to preserve the moment, to freeze it — before morning came and changed everything.

In the room, only their breathing could be heard — the song of the night, soft and utterly real.