There was no better way to kill the moment than with what John had just said. But he'd killed it in what was possibly the best way Byeong-Lee could have ever hoped. His hand stilled as he looked over at his lover, stunned. The water rose around their hips and it was almost completely ignored as he continued to just stare. Nevermind that they were naked in a tub. Nevermind that Byeong-Lee's hand was still gripping their erections, hard and turgid against one another. Nevermind all of that.
John was staying another six months.
He smiled wide, letting them go as he surged forward and kissed him once more. Deep and hungry, refusing to even let John up for a breath. Back in the old days, it was always Goody who'd kissed like this. After nightmares or panic attacks. He'd kissed like this to prove that the world was still real. That Billy was still here and still wanted him.
Billy was kissing for almost the same reasons; was this real? Was it truly real? Or was it all going to vanish away the moment he looked at it too closely?
But when he pulled back, his lover was still here. And would remain, it seemed, till at least April.
"You're staying," he said, awed. "You're going to stay another few months. Oh, John," he breathed before swallowing him up in another kiss. He couldn't get enough. Could never get enough.
When he pulled back, he moved forward in the tub, seemingly having a new idea as he pushed John against the side of it, fitting himself between his legs in the new position.
"Stay with me, these few months," he demanded, ignoring that this was the worst time to ask your boyfriend to move in. "I want to have as much time with you as possible. Just stay here. Even if it's just for the weekends. Please?"
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Date: 2017-04-24 03:16 am (UTC)John was staying another six months.
He smiled wide, letting them go as he surged forward and kissed him once more. Deep and hungry, refusing to even let John up for a breath. Back in the old days, it was always Goody who'd kissed like this. After nightmares or panic attacks. He'd kissed like this to prove that the world was still real. That Billy was still here and still wanted him.
Billy was kissing for almost the same reasons; was this real? Was it truly real? Or was it all going to vanish away the moment he looked at it too closely?
But when he pulled back, his lover was still here. And would remain, it seemed, till at least April.
"You're staying," he said, awed. "You're going to stay another few months. Oh, John," he breathed before swallowing him up in another kiss. He couldn't get enough. Could never get enough.
When he pulled back, he moved forward in the tub, seemingly having a new idea as he pushed John against the side of it, fitting himself between his legs in the new position.
"Stay with me, these few months," he demanded, ignoring that this was the worst time to ask your boyfriend to move in. "I want to have as much time with you as possible. Just stay here. Even if it's just for the weekends. Please?"