Page 98 of Hamartia

It’s strange watching him move around his house like he would do if I wasn’t here. I wonder if he’s forgotten that I am.

“What time is it?” I ask and he whips round, gently startled.

“Just after eight. I got home a little early but I thought I would let you rest. The flight is so long from the states.” He sounds almost apologetic as he makes his way across the apartment towards me.

“I actually slept all the way over—not sure why I dozed off. I should be fine for sleep until I go home now.” I yawn.

He smiles as he flops down next to me and settles a hand on my chest, just resting it there as he gazes softly at me.

“Hello.” He smiles.

I reach out and grip his wrist, pulling so that he falls onto my chest. Our lips close.

“Hey.”

I lift my head up to kiss him. He strokes my tongue with his own, making a soft noise in the back of his throat. He tastes like toothpaste and something distinctly Jaehyun. That familiar spice and sweetness, like cinnamoned apples or mulled wine. I bring my other hand up to hold his face while I devour his mouth, deeper strokes of his tongue and soft bites of his lips. As I nose his cheek, similar to how Shiro did, he threads his fingers through my hair and turns his head to give me access to whatever I want.

Fuck, I feel starved of him.

Holding his waist, narrow between my hands, I tug him so that he’s fully on top of me, thighs nestled on either side of mine.

“I still cannot believe you are in Seoul…” Jae whispers against my mouth.

I push up his shirt so that I can touch him skin to skin. His stomach quivering and warm, nipples already hard little things under my fingers.

“I’m prepared to fly quite a long way when the sex is this good, baby.”

It’s a lazy, meaningless, joke but I feel him stiffen a little. He sits up and gazes down at me, brow slightly furrowed.

“That was a stupid thing to say, sorry.”

Jae shakes his head, says, “It’s okay.”

Then he’s kissing me again, urgent again, moving his body precisely over my hardening cock. I smooth both thumbs over his nipples and he whimpers, arching into it, nibbling and kissing around my mouth as his breathing speeds up. He sits up a little and pulls off his t-shirt and I follow him up, kissing my way up the hot flat skin of his abdomen and chest, across to the sensitive pink rounds. He gasps, holding my head against his chest, needy, thrusting his hips as I play with him with my hands. I kiss my way down his ribcage, across the tattoo that I knew meantmy body, my art, in Japanese, marveling at how perfect every inch of him is. At how lucky I am that I get to touch him.

I move one hand to his ass, dipping beneath the waistband of his pajamas and sliding my finger down the seam towards his hole. As I circle it, he moans, bucking his hips into me. So I tease it, dry, pressing down on it, smoothing over it, but stopping short of breaching it. I want to breach it, fuck him open with it, stretch and pull and ready it. I want to do it with my finger then my tongue. I lift my head back up, searching for his mouth and thrust my tongue in, fucking it like I want to fuck his hole. Jae trembles.

“Raphael…” He moans into my mouth.

“Mmm, what do you want, baby? Tell me.”

He pulls back and looks down at me, panting as he says, “I want to feel you again. Inside me.”

“My mouth or my cock?” I tap his hole and he shivers again, his eyes growing heavier. Then I remember what he said on the phone. “You want me to stretch you open on my cock again, Jaehyun?”

His eyes catch fire and he makes a low, completely filthy, sound. Then he nods, biting his lip. I almost come right there.

“Here or in bed?” I ask, my voice barely solid.

“Bed. I want to fuck you in my bed.”

I can only smile at that. At how he’s phrased it, considering I’ll be the one fucking him into the mattress. “You want me to carry you in there?”

He grins sexily, and hops off of me. “I can walk.”

“You say that now…we havedays of this.”

His laugh trails after him as he walks—no, runs—towards the bedroom.