Chapter 16: Desire and hand palming (+16)

The following week passed in a blur of activity, yet Jihoon found himself consumed by the thoughts that had sprung from his evening with Seungmin and Yuna. Determined to seize control of his feelings this time, he practised deep breaths and affirmations in the mirror, but every recognition of his desire for Seungmin left him more pensive than before.

Then came Friday night, an anticipated reunion as the three friends had decided to gather again, this time at Jihoon's apartment. He had prepared an array of snacks and set up a cosy space for their movie night—a plan to diffuse the tension with laughter and warmth. But as Jihoon fidgeted with the remote, a different kind of tension crackled in the air, reminding him of his unresolved feelings for Seungmin.

"Hey! I'm here!" Yuna chirped cheerfully as she entered, followed closely by Seungmin, his presence somehow magnetic as he stepped over the threshold.

"Welcome! Make yourselves at home!" Jihoon said as a smile crept onto his face, although the involuntary flutter in his chest nearly sent him overboard.

As they settled onto the couch, with Jihoon in the middle, the warmth of their closeness began to mingle with excitement and desire. They started watching a light-hearted comedy, the flickering screen casting dancing shadows across their faces.

Laughter erupted throughout the room, the film eliciting bursts of joy and camaraderie. But as the movie progressed, Jihoon became acutely aware of Seungmin leaning closer, their arms brushing against each other. Each subtle touch ignited sparks of warmth that coursed through Jihoon's veins.

He was outwardly trying to focus on the antics unfolding on the screen, but inside, he was spiralling into the depths of his emotions. The idea of reaching out of just allowing his fingers to graze Seungmin's hand felt like a monumental risk. Yet, the thought was tantalizing, an invitation for something deeper that he craved.

Halfway through the film, a particularly hilarious scene set off another bout of laughter, and Jihoon couldn't help but glance over at Seungmin, whose eyes sparkled with delight, his mouth stretched into that infectious smile Jihoon had come to adore.

In that moment, the inches between them felt insurmountable, the burden of desire swelling in his chest, yet the thought of extending his hand sent tremors of anxiety throughout him. But what was the point of all this turmoil if he didn't act on it?

With a sudden rush of determination, Jihoon reached out, his hand landing palm-up on the couch, just near Seungmin's knee. He hoped against all odds that maybe, just maybe, Seungmin would understand the unspoken invitation.

Seungmin paused mid-laugh, glancing at Jihoon's outstretched hand, confusion momentarily flickering across his face. Jihoon's heart raced, but he kept his gaze steady, silently urging Seungmin to take a chance.

To his relief, Seungmin shifted slightly toward Jihoon, his own hand moving in sync, gradually closing the distance until their palms met. The warmth from Seungmin's skin ignited something primal in Jihoon, a rush that made his breaths quicken. The brief touch sent shivers through him, every nerve ending alight with anticipation.

Yuna was thoroughly absorbed by the film, blissfully unaware of the shift happening between her two friends. Jihoon risked a glance at Seungmin, whose cheeks were slightly flushed, and he caught the spark of something behind those warm brown eyes that made Jihoon's heart flutter wildly

In a moment of bravery, Jihoon pressed their palms together more deliberately, intertwining their fingers. Seungmin's eyes widened at the movement, his breath hitching ever so slightly as he squeezed Jihoon's hand in return.

Time felt suspended. The laughter of the movie faded into the background, and all Jihoon could focus on was the electric connection pulsating between their hands. It was a simple gesture, but in that moment, it felt monumental.

At this point, Jihoon was keenly aware of Yuna's presence, and he wanted to encapsulate this moment with Seungmin fully and privately, but he was willing to indulge in the sweet tension blooming between them. With a shared glance that spoke volumes, Jihoon noticed the uncertainty in Seungmin's eyes but also a flicker of something much deeper—mutual desire.

"Are you two going to share a snack or just hold hands for the next three hours?" Yuna teased, breaking the sweet bubble surrounding them. Instantly embarrassed, Jihoon's cheeks flushed, and he retracted his hand like he had been scalded.

"Yuna!" he exclaimed, laughter mingling with embarrassment as Seungmin's face turned an adorable shade of crimson.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist!" Yuna giggled, clearly enjoying the moment too much.

"Don't pay attention to her," Seungmin mumbled, focusing his gaze down, cheeks still flushed. "She's just being silly."

The playful banter helped ease the tension, yet Jihoon could still feel the lingering heat of their moment clinging to the air. As the movie progressed, Jihoon couldn't help but steal glances at Seungmin, whose jawline was more pronounced under the flickering lights, and the swell of desire bubbled back.

There was a spark of understanding between them, and Jihoon found himself wishing for a moment alone with Seungmin, away from Yuna's teasing and the chatter of the movie. He spiralled deep into thoughts of how much he longed to explore that connection further—to hold Seungmin close, to share whispered secrets, to bridge the gaps that remained between them.

As the film played on, Jihoon suddenly shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth, trying to mask the surging emotions inside. He felt an electric pulse with every glance at Seungmin, every fleeting touch of their hands.

Finally, once the credits began to roll, Jihoon seized the opportunity. "Hey, how about a break? Let's grab some drinks?"

"Sounds good!" Yuna chirped, still riding the high of laughter.

Jihoon led them into the kitchen, and while Yuna rummaged through the fridge for something to drink, Jihoon caught Seungmin's eye once again. This time, he took a moment to act without the worry of others around.

"Seungmin," Jihoon said softly, moving closer, their bodies brushing against each other. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," Seungmin responded, his voice low as he turned his attention fully to Jihoon, the chatter of Yuna fading into the background.

Without fully realizing his intentions, Jihoon took Seungmin's hand again, intertwining their fingers once more before guiding him away from the kitchen and into the warmth of the living room.

"Jihoon—" Seungmin began, his brow furrowed, but Jihoon was already diving into uncharted territory.

"I don't want to pretend anymore, Seungmin. I want us—whatever this is between us. I can't keep ignoring how I feel," Jihoon said, his heart pounding as he bared a part of himself that had been hidden under layers of fear.

"I—" Seungmin started, surprise filling his eyes, but Jihoon could feel the tension shift, the air thick with unspoken desire.

"Please say something," Jihoon urged, fear creeping back as he searched Seungmin's face for a reaction, for acknowledgement of what lay between them.

"I feel it too, Jihoon. I've felt it for a while now," Seungmin finally confessed, his voice breathy and warm against the quiet of the room.

They stood so close that Jihoon could feel the warmth radiating off Seungmin, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

"Then why are we holding back?" Jihoon asked, his voice thick with longing.

"Because… I didn't know if you were ready. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. But now… it feels different." Seungmin's resolve was undeniable, and Jihoon sensed a swelling passion within him, igniting hope and desire into something fierce.

Before Jihoon could second-guess the moment, he leaned in, closing the distance between them. Their lips met softly, a tentative brush of flesh that ignited every feeling he had ever stored within his heart.

The kiss was gentle at first, filled with hesitation as they both tested the waters of their new reality. But the heat of their longing soon overtook the sweetness, deepening as they clung to each other tightly, fingers weaving through hair, hands finding their way to each other's waists as they explored the contours of desire.

Seungmin hand travel down to Jihoon cover shaft. He put his hand inside of Jihoon pants stroking his shaft. A moan from Jihoon was heard. Seungmin began to move fast.

"Hyungie I'm going to cum" sad Jihoon in a moaning tone.

"Say that again." said Seungmin

"Hyung, please, I'm close," said Jihoon

"Don't hold it," said Seungmin

I can't hyung. " Just as jihoon said it, he cum

Jihoon started moaning harder, and his body was receiving pleasure.

Jihoon gasped in pleasure as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He released his coum on to Seungmin fingers and hands.

"You will now receive punishment for not listening to you, hyung kitten, " said Seungmin in a dominated voice

The world around them faded once more as they began to understand the dance of craving and connection—an exhilarating bond forged from friendship grown into something undeniable.

As they finally pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, the weight of unspent desires lay palpable in the air. Jihoon relished the trembling warmth running through him, an affirmation that he and Seungmin had crossed a threshold, stepping into a realm filled with potential, passion, and a connection that felt destined to unfold.