I felt his lips grazed my neck, trailing down to my collarbone, each kiss sending waves of warmth through me. My breath hitched as I tried to find my voice.
"C-can we...take this to my room?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, shy and uncertain.

Yeonjun pulled back slightly, his lips curling into a teasing smirk. His gaze locked onto mine, filled with a confidence that made my heart race.

"...With pleasure”, he murmured, his tone deep and laced with mischief.

Before I could even process hi words, he effortlessly scooped me up into his arms, his strength caught me off guard.
"W-Wait! Hey!” I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.  The closeness left me flustered, my cheeks burning.

He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying my reaction, as he carried me effortlessly down the hall. Reached my room, he pushed the door with his foot and shut it behind him with a swift motion.

Carefully, he lowered me onto the bed, his movements gentle yet deliberet, his eyes never leaving mine. The air between us felt charged, heavy with anticipation.

"If that's what you want, love...” he murmured, his voice deep, sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, his words lingering in the air, making my heart pound in my chest. There was no turning back now, not that I wanted to.

I watched him crawl towards me, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment...” he murmured, his voice dripping with longing.

A smile tugged at my lips despite the nervous flutter in my chest. He was too close. His presence overwhelming, his warmth radiating making it impossible to think clearly.
My gaze flickered as as his fingers moved to undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing more with each deliberate motion. I couldn't bring myself to look; it was too much, too intimate.

He let out a low, dark chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.
"Avoiding the view, Gyu?” he teased, his voice rich with amusement.  "It's all yours...only yours.”

His words left me breathless, I hesitantly glaced back at him. My eyes trailed over his tone chest, and I felt my face heat up, the blush creeping to the tips of my ears.

Yeonjun leaned closer, his hand brushing against the hem of my shirt. His gaze locked onto mine. His eyes dark and intense. "Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low now, yet no less enticing. "Because one I start...I don't think I'll be able to stop myself”

I swallowed hard. His words igniting a mix of nerves and a anticipation within me. My voice came out barely above a whisper as I replied, "...I don't mind.”

The sincerity in my tone seemed to spur him on, his touch lingering, and I realized there was no turning back from this moment.

Yeonjun’s POV:

Beomgyu had no idea what he was doing to me. Every little movement, every shy glance, it drove me insane. He was intoxicating, and the way he avoided my gaze only made me want him more.

I leaned in closer, closing the distance between us until our faces were mere inches apart. His flustered expression was painfully obvious, and it was adorableso unlike the Beomgyu I was used to. Seeing him like this, vulnerable and shy, only fueled the fire inside me.

“…Let me savor the feast, hm?” I murmured, my voice low and teasing as I smirked, locking eyes with him.

The way his cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, how he squirmed under my gaze, was enough to make my heart race. I had never seen him like this before, and the sight of him in this state was almost too much to handle.

God, he didn’t even realize how irresistible he was. And that, more than anything, turned me on.

"Lift your hips, love,” I murmured, my tone gentle yet commanding.

Beomgyu obeyed without hesitation, his movements shy but trusting. My fingers lingered at the hem of his shirt for a moment before I slid it up, exposing his smooth skin, and tossed it aside.

I couldn't help but pause, taking in the sight of him. He was stunning, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He quickly covered his face with his arms, as if trying to shield himself from my gaze.

"S-stop staring, hyung,” he mumbled, his voice shaky, each word tinged with nervousness.

A soft smirk tugged on my lips, "You're acting like this is your first time,” I teased, leaning closer, my voice dropping to a low murmur. "It's so cute.”

I reached out gently, my hands brushing against his forearms as I moved them away from his face. He glanced to the side, avoiding my gaze, his vulnerability making my heart ache in the best way.

"...first time with a guy,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

I paused, my expression softening. A genuine smile spread across my face as I cupped his cheek, guiding his gaze back to mine. "It's my first time too Gyu,” I whispered, my thumb brushing lightly against his skin.

The honestly in his eyes mirrored my own, and in that moments everything else faded away. It was just us, bare, vulnerable, and completely captivated by one another.