ofryujin:
he nodded. he fucking nodded. and even though at that moment ryujin could go around loosening the fires that were locked inside his body, he canât do anything if not kiss hyunsik back promptly. because that was all he wanted and, god, how had he forgotten that? how sweet the young maleâs lips were, how well they fit together like that, as if they had been designed to belong to that way. ryujin didnât believe in destiny, but he lived for twenty-seven years without any kind of purpose, he had never been the kind of romantic guy that expected a love who would change his life, but now everything made sense with hyunsik at his side. his hand eventually slipped into the youngerâs waist, both arms hugging his torso and bringing him impossibly closer to himself, even though the kiss was still only a chaste lips contact, was enough to drag a gasp out of the olderâs lips, just because that even if he was expecting something like that, doing it for real was not even close to what he had prepared himself.Â
hyunsik honestly didn't know how he had survived for so long without feeling ryujin's lips on his. it seemed like such an important part of their relationship to kiss him like he wanted to do all the damn time, and it was such a familiar, welcoming feeling to finally be doing it that hyunsik felt as if he was being transported back three years in the past to when they were still together, and holy shit, how he'd missed ryujin. he already knew that, but actually kissing him drove him crazy with the love he still felt for the older male. he could feel his arms around his waist and their bodies coming even closer together, and automatically his own arms were wrapped around ryujin's neck as he tentatively moved his lips against the older's, ignoring the fluttery sensation inside of him for now.














