Pushed against the table, he felt shame, desire, and fear mix. Seeing everything in the reflection was suffocating and exhilarating at the same time.
— Take me to the bed… I don't need to see — he pleaded, gasping.
— I won't let you run away now. This is the you I love. The you of now, the you of a month ago, the you of always, and the you that you will still become.
Salin trembled once more, Jun-ho's lips touching his skin as if to make sure to remind him that he was there.
He took a deep breath, staring long at his own reflection for the first time without looking away. There was still fear, but there was also curiosity.
Jun-ho only had eyes for him. Every touch seemed like a silent plea for Salin to see himself the same way.
"You have no idea how he looks at me, Gregory."
Salin's eyes welled up, and a shy smile escaped.
— So this is how you love me… — he whispered, almost disbelieving.
The mark on his shoulder throbbed, desire overflowed.
