Wi Hajoon settled back against the soft bunch of white pillows, the softness of those pillows yielding under his weight. Rim Young followed at once, climbing closer and cupping his face gently as he claimed his mouth in a deep kiss. Their tongues met and tangled, sliding against each other in slow, heated strokes.
Rim Young kept his body open and accessible, shifting so that every part of him was within easy reach, but Wi Hajoon remained almost completely still. He accepted the kiss without resistance, but he never once took Rim Young's energy, never deeply searched for it on his own.
After a long moment, Rim Young broke the contact. He pulled back just enough to look at him, a small frown already forming between his brows. Wi Hajoon's silver hair spilled across the white pillows as he smiled up at Rim Young, eyes half-lidded and almost teasing.
"Is that all?"
"You have to accept my guiding, Hajoon..."
