⚠️ Mature Content — 18+ Only. This chapter contains graphic sexual content and emotional intensity. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
The city lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Than's office, stretching across the marble like fractured constellations. Outside, the traffic hummed faintly–a distant heartbeat against the thick silence inside.
Rin stood still in the center of the room, shoulders tense, one hand gripping the burned photograph of Jun. Smoke-scarred edges curled against his fingers–a memory half-erased, a face lost to flames.
Then came the quiet click of the door.
Than stepped in, the soft sound of it shutting behind him sharp in the stillness. He moved with quiet control–removing his suit jacket, loosening his tie–but his eyes betrayed him. Stormy. Unstable. Desperate.
"Why did you come?" Rin asked, voice rough and low.
Than didn't hesitate. "Because I can't fucking lose you."
"You already did."
Than stepped closer. "You're still here. That has to mean something."
Rin didn't move. Didn't speak. But his chest rose unevenly, the storm outside mirrored inside him.
Than stopped just inches away. He lifted a hand, cupping Rin's cheek with a tenderness that felt both foreign and cruel. His thumb traced Rin's jaw–reverent, aching.
"Look at me," he whispered.
Rin's gaze locked with his–raw, burning, everything unsaid spilling between them in the silence.
And then Than kissed him.
It was bruising. Desperate. A clash of teeth and heat and fury. Rin dropped the photo without realizing it, his hands twisting into Than's shirt, dragging him closer.
Than responded with a low growl, sliding a thigh between Rin's legs and pressing him backward until the desk hit the backs of Rin's thighs. His hands roamed–under Rin's shirt, across bare skin–greedy and grounding.
Rin gasped when Than's thigh shifted, friction sparking a sharp, dizzying moan.
"Fuck," Than muttered, breaking the kiss just long enough to tear Rin's shirt over his head. "You feel like a fever I can't shake."
Rin yanked Than's shirt open in turn, buttons scattering to the floor. He shoved the fabric off his shoulders, fingers skimming over warm skin, scars, and inked lines.
Than pushed him onto the desk, sending pens and papers tumbling. Rin's back met cool wood as Than's mouth dropped to his neck, biting, licking, claiming.
"Not here," Rin panted, breath catching as Than's teeth grazed his collarbone.
"Right here," Than murmured. "Now. I need you."
He dropped to his knees.
Rin's heart kicked in his chest as Than's hands slid down his thighs, parting them, mouth trailing kisses along his abdomen. His fingers worked Rin's belt and fly open, and then pants and briefs were gone in one smooth motion.
Cool air kissed hot skin– and then Than's mouth was on him.
"Shit–" Rin's hand flew to Than's hair, gripping tight as heat overwhelmed him.
Than groaned low in his throat, taking him deeper, moving with a rhythm that made Rin's legs tremble. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as Than devoured him without mercy, his hands anchoring Rin's hips, his tongue relentless.
Rin's head tipped back. "Than fuck don't stop."
He was close, too close but Than pulled off just before the edge, lips glistening, pupils blown wide.
"You taste like sin," he said, voice wrecked.
Rin glared, breathless. "You're a bastard."
"You like it."
Than stood, crowding him against the desk again. In a rush of heat, their mouths met, messy and urgent. Rin tasted himself on Than's tongue and moaned into the kiss.
Than spun him, pressing Rin's chest to the desk. He leaned over him, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Tell me to stop, and I will."
Rin didn't say a word. Only braced himself, heart pounding.
A condom tore. Lubricant clicked open. Then slick fingers pressed between his cheeks, slow and deliberate.
Than worked one finger in, then two stretching him open with practiced care. His free hand curled around Rin's waist, grounding him with each push and curl.
"You're so fucking tight," Than breathed. "I've missed this. Missed you."
Rin swallowed hard, clutching the desk. "Then take me."
Than lined himself up. Rin exhaled shakily as Than pushed in inch by slow, aching inch. The stretch burned, but it was grounding real. When Than bottomed out, he stilled, one hand pressed flat between Rin's shoulder blades.
"Okay?" he murmured.
Rin nodded. "Move."
Than pulled back and thrust in again deeper, harder. Their bodies met with a rhythm that grew rough and breathless. Rin's moans echoed off glass and stone. Each snap of Than's hips sent sparks up his spine.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, filthy and raw.
"You feel like home," Than growled against his neck. "Even when I don't deserve it."
Rin gasped as Than hit a spot inside him that made his knees buckle.
"F-Fuck, Than—"
Than wrapped a hand around Rin's cock, stroking him in time with each thrust. "Come for me. I want to feel you fall apart."
And Rin did.
With a hoarse cry, he spilled over Than's hand, hips stuttering, body shivering as pleasure crashed over him in waves.
Than cursed, then followed with a broken moan, slamming in deep one last time as he came, breath hot against Rin's neck.
They stayed like that, tangled and trembling, breathing hard in the quiet aftermath.
Than eased out, disposed of the condom, then guided Rin to the couch. They collapsed together, bare and spent, wrapped in the soft throw that had lived on the armrest for months.
Rin curled into Than's chest. Neither spoke.
Then Than's fingers brushed his cheek, gentle. "This changes nothing," he said softly, like it hurt.
Rin's eyes flicked up to him unreadable, but steady. "No," he said. "It changes everything."
They didn't need to explain what came next. Not tonight.
For now, they were just two broken men, tangled in the ruins of all they had burned and still choosing to stay.