closeness of midnight

They moved blindly toward the bed. JK pressed his body heavily over V's, his large, powerful hands anchoring V's hips ruthlessly to the mattress. For all of V's bold bravado, a sudden, sharp gasp escaped his lips as the sheer, unyielding weight of JK's proximity hit him. This was his very first time feeling a connection this raw, and the overwhelming intensity of it made his head spin.

V, he had wanted this—that bold press of his mouth, that cocky tilt of his chin—but he hadn't expected JK to catch fire like this. He hadn't expected the way those broad hands would grip his hips and haul him forward like he weighed absolutely nothing. The edge of the bed hit the back of V's knees, and he went down hard, the air punching completely out of him.

JK followed him down immediately, all muscle and heat. V's hands were already moving, sliding up JK's chest and over his shoulders, mapping a territory he had only ever imagined. The weight of JK over him was entirely different. It was solid and intensely warm.

V's breath came shallow, his heart slamming hard against his ribs, but he fought to keep that lazy smirk on his face—pretending he hadn't just discovered what another person's body heat felt like pinning him to a mattress.

"Big guy," V said, his voice rough but steady. "Took you long enough."

JK huffed a dark laugh against his throat, and the deep vibration of it made V's toes curl. "Impatient."

"Damn right I am," V whispered back, matching his gaze.

JK's mouth found his again — slower this time, like he was settling in. And V let himself sink into it, let himself feel the slide of tongue against tongue, the drag of teeth on his lower lip. A small sound escaped him, surprised and wanting, and he felt JK smile against his mouth.

*Shit. That's new. That's good.*

Hands roamed. JK's palms were warm and broad, skating down V's sides, over his ribs, thumbs brushing his chest in passing. V gasped into the kiss, hips twitching up reflexively. The sensation was electric — too much and not enough.

"Ticklish?" JK murmured.

"Sensitive," V corrected, the word coming out breathier than he'd intended.

JK filed that away — V could see it in the shift of his eyes, the way his hands started paying attention.

JK pressed a kiss to V's jaw, then his neck, and V's head fell back, offering the column of his throat without thinking. JK's teeth grazed the pulse point there, and V's whole body shuddered.

"Fuck," v breathed. "That's..."

"Yeah?"

"Ahmm~"

JK's hands found the hem of his shirt, and V lifted his arms without being asked, letting JK peel it off. The air hit his skin, and then JK's eyes were on him — bare, watching, hungry — and V felt heat crawl up his neck.

"What're you looking at?" V demanded, covering with bravado.

"You," JK said simply. And the way he said it, low and wondering, made V's stomach flip.

JK's own shirt followed, and V's hands were on him immediately, palms flat against the broad expanse of his chest. Muscle shifted under his touch, warm and alive, and V traced the lines of him — collarbones, shoulders, the dip of his sternum — with the reverent curiosity of someone who'd never touched before.

"You're staring," JK said, not teasing, just observing.

"Taking inventory," V shot back smoothly. "Gotta know what I'm working with."

JK laughed, the sound soft, and dipped down to kiss him again. This time V opened for him easier, more trusting, and the slow stroke of JK's tongue against his made heat pool low in his belly. His hips rolled up, and his breath stuttered.

"Oh~"

That was — that was *something*. A jolt of heat, a wanting so sharp it ached. V pressed up again, chasing it, and JK groaned against his mouth.

"Eager tonight," JK playfully teased.

V immediately fired back: "Shut up and take your pants off."

JK pulled back, eyes dark with amusement and something hungrier. He worked open V's jeans, and V lifted his hips, heart pounding so hard he was sure JK could hear it. The denim scraped down his thighs, his calves, and then he was bare from the waist down, and JK was looking at him, and V had never felt so seen.

"Pretty," JK said, and the word hit V somewhere deep and unexpected.

"Yeah, well." V's voice cracked. He cleared his throat. "You're not so bad yourself."

JK's laugh was warm. He shed his own jeans, and V's eyes dropped down, then back up. His mouth went dry.

"Any problem?" JK asked, amused.

"Just admiring the merchandise," V managed, and was proud of how steady he sounded.

JK leaned over him, bracing on one forearm, and his free hand slid down V's chest, over his stomach, fingers trailing lower. V's breath caught. Every nerve in his body was tuned to that hand, waiting, wanting.

"Tell me what you like," JK said, lips brushing V's ear.

"Everything," V said, too honest, too fast. He recovered: "Surprise me."

JK pulled back, reaching for the nightstand. The sharp click of a bottle echoed in the quiet room. V watched, utterly fascinated, as JK slicked his fingers — the motion completely casual and practiced. *He's done this before. He knows exactly what he's doing.*

The thought should have made V feel jealous, or at least a little bitter. Instead, looking at the absolute focus in JK's dark eyes, it only made him feel incredibly safe.

"Lift your legs," JK said, and V did, letting JK hook them over his forearms.

The first touch of JK's finger against him — V didn't have words for it. The cool slickness, the pressure, the way JK circled him slowly, testing, before pressing in. V's hips jumped, a sharp gasp escaping him.

"That's it," JK murmured. "Breathe."

V tried. The sensation was strange, foreign, a fullness he'd never felt. JK's finger worked deeper, and V's hands fisted in the sheets, his jaw tight.

"Good?" JK asked.

"Great," V bit out, and he wasn't lying. It was strange but it was good, this feeling of being opened, being handled with such care.

JK added a second finger, and V's eyes flew open, a low moan falling from his lips. The stretch burned, but underneath it was a pressure building, something that made his whole body ache for more.

"Feel that?" JK asked, and crooked his fingers.

V's back arched off the bed. "Fuck — what was — do that again —"

JK did. V's cry was punched out of him, pleasure buzzing up his spine, his hips grinding down against JK's hand. His mask flickered — shock, wonder, desperate need — and JK saw it, V knew he saw it, but neither of them said a word.

"More," V demanded, voice wrecked. "Please. I want — I want you in me."

JK's eyes darkened. He pulled his fingers out slowly, and V felt the emptiness like a loss. Then JK was shifting, positioning himself.

"Tell me if anything hurts," JK said, and his voice was rougher now, strained.

"Just do it," V said desperately.

JK pushed in. The first inch hit V and his whole body seized — not from pain, but from the sheer fullness of it. His mouth fell open, a sound escaping that was half gasp, half moan. His hands flew to JK's shoulders, gripping hard.

"Easy," JK breathed, pausing. "Easy."

V shook his head, words failing him. He wanted *more*. He pushed his hips up, taking more of him, and the stretch made his eyes water but it was good, it was so fucking good, this feeling of being filled, of being claimed.

"Fuck," JK groaned, voice breaking. "You're so tight. So fucking perfect."

V laughed, breathless and wild. "Keep going. Don't stop."

JK pushed deeper, inch by inch, and V felt every second of it — the drag, the pressure, the way his body had to stretch to accommodate. His nails bit into JK's shoulders. His breath came in ragged pants. And when JK bottomed out, fully inside him, V's cry was raw and honest and unguarded.

"Holy shit," V whispered, eyes wide, looking up at JK.

JK was still, letting him feel it. His forehead dropped to V's, their breath mingling in the dark.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yeah." V's voice cracked. "Yeah, that's — that's really fucking okay."

JK started to move. Slow at first, shallow movements that let V adjust, let him feel every sensation of being joined together. V's legs wrapped around JK's waist, pulling him deeper, and the shift in angle made lights flash behind his eyes.

"There," V gasped. "Right there —"

JK found the spot and stayed there, each movement driving against it, and V came apart beneath him. His head thrashed, his hands tangled in JK's hair, pulling him down for a kiss that was all open mouths and desperate tongues. Pleasure coiled in his gut, hot and building, every nerve in his body singing.

"Close," V panted. "I'm — fuck, I'm gonna —"

"Yeah," JK growled, his rhythm picking up. "Come for me. I've got you."

JK's hand moved between them, matching the pace, and that was it. V's release slammed into him like a wave, his back arching, a cry of *yes* falling from his lips as he trembled beneath JK. His body tightened around him, and that was all it took — JK buried himself deep, groaning V's name, finding his own release with a shudder.

They stayed like that, tangled and breathing, as the world slowly came back into focus.

JK pulled away gently, and V shivered at the loss. He'd expected to feel used, maybe. Exposed.

Instead he felt *full*. Safe. Wrapped in a warmth he didn't have words for.

JK collapsed beside him, pulling V against his chest without asking. V let himself be moved, let his head rest in the curve of JK's shoulder, let one hand splay across JK's heart.

"Hey," JK said, soft and amused. "You okay?"

V tipped his head up, found JK's eyes in the dark, and let a slow smirk spread across his face — real this time, not armor.

"More than okay," he said, and his voice came out quiet, honest, rough with something that felt dangerously close to tenderness. "That was... yeah. That was good."

JK kissed his forehead, and V closed his eyes, letting himself have this.

The world outside completely dissolved, leaving them tangled and breathless in the dark.

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