"Rhys…" Eun-woo whispered.
Rhys didn't respond, just leaned in again. Their lips met slowly, with a fire that twisted his insides and scorched Eun-woo to the core. Rhys ran his tongue across his lips, seeking gentle entry, and Eun-woo, trembling, opened his mouth to let him in.
His hands moved up almost instinctively, gripping Rhys's shoulders, pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together in a desperate attempt to feel warmth.
Rhys kissed him as if Eun-woo were the air he needed to keep breathing. Desperate, rough, hungry. He held onto him with an almost painful strength, as if letting go for a second would mean losing him forever.
And Eun-woo, paralyzed by the mix of emotions coursing through him, let him. He let Rhys kiss him until he was breathless, until his body trembled not from desire, but from sheer exhaustion, only opening his mouth to breathe when it became impossible to keep holding it back.
