Chapter 15 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

                                    

                                          
⚠️Smut warning ahead
Joong came back home with Dunk. He dropped to the couch as soon he came and sighed tiredly and closed his eyes while leaning on the couch. Dunk sat beside Joong quietly. He observed Joong. Joong felt Dunk staring at him even though he was closing his eyes.
"You are staring at me." Joong said still closing his eyes. 
"Yeah. You look exhausted. Not physically. But mentally." 
Joong opened his eyes and looked at Dunk. Joong could see something unreadable in Dunk's eyes. They were staring at him in a kind and a pitiful gaze. 
"I don't like to kill anyone. Specially my own men. But I don't have a choice." 
Joong again leaned on the couch. This time his gaze was on the ceiling. He looked almost like a lost soul. He looked like he was pressed by all the pressure in the world. 
Dunk got up from the couch and went behind Joong. Slowly he put his hands on Joong's shoulders and squeezed it. 
"What are you doing?" Joong asked. He was surprised with Dunk's actions. 
"You are tensed. You need to relax." Dunk said massaging Joong's shoulders. Dunk's hands work on its magic in a constant rhythm. Soon Joong felt his muscles relaxed under Dunk's touch. His eyes closed as he relaxed more. 
"You are trusting me too much Mr Archen." 
Joong's eyes wide opened with the sudden whispering in his ears. He turned around and saw Dunk smirking at him. 
"Ha ha... Did you think I would try to kill you?" Dunk laughed loudly at Joong. Joong felt irritated with Dunk's previous act. He grabbed Dunk's hand and pulled him towards him. As Dunk was behind the couch the impact was harder than Joong anticipated. Both of them fell off from the couch.
"Ouch!" Both Joong and Dunk winced in pain. Joong was on the floor and Dunk was on top of him. Both of them looked at each other. Their faces were dangerously closer to each other and they could feel eachother's breath. 
Suddenly it felt like the world around them vanished and there were only the two of them. Their gazes were fixed in eachother's eyes. Without even noticing themselves they leaned closer to each other. 
Their lips brushed in a light touch and that ignite a flame inside both of them that turning into a wildfire in each passing second.
The moment their lips met, it was no longer tentative or hesitant—it was fiery, consuming, and filled with unspoken desire. Joong’s hand slid up Dunk’s back, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together with no space between them. Dunk responded with equal fervor, his fingers threading through Joong’s hair, gripping it tightly as if afraid he might disappear.
Joong shifted beneath him, rolling them both over until Dunk was lying on the floor, Joong hovering above him. They didn't break the kiss. The sudden change in position made Dunk gasp and Joong entered his tongue taking the chance. 
Dunk’s hands roamed over Joong’s shoulders and down his back, exploring the contours of his body through the thin fabric of his shirt. Joong groaned softly at the touch, his own hands traveling along Dunk’s sides, feeling the heat radiating from him. Their kisses became more urgent, their movements instinctive, as if the boundaries between them were vanishing entirely.
Joong’s lips left Dunk’s mouth, trailing along his jawline and down to his neck, where he lingered, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin. Dunk arched his back slightly, his breath hitching as Joong’s hands slid under the hem of his shirt, fingers brushing against bare skin. The contact sent a shiver through Dunk, his heart pounding in his chest.