Meical's hand tightened on Min-jae's waist as the kiss deepened. The water shifted around their bodies, carrying the heat between them in gentle ripples. Min-jae tilted his head slightly, guiding the kiss.
Meical melted into it, answering him fully. His thumb brushed Min-jae's cheek, and Min-jae made a quiet sound in response... small, almost surprised.
When they finally pulled back, their foreheads rested together. Both of them were breathing harder than before.
Meical whispered, "You always do that to me."
Min-jae's lips brushed his again, barely a kiss, more like a promise. "Good… then come here again."
Meical closed the distance and kissed him a second time, deeper, warmer. Min-jae pressed closer, one hand sliding down Meical's spine, the other holding the back of his neck as if he refused to let him drift even an inch away.
It was slow.
It was real.
It was them.
When they parted again, Min-jae hovered close enough that their noses brushed.
