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The wedding went by. There were plenty of cooing noises aimed squarely at Faye, being the adorable flower girl, tossing petals with the focused determination, pausing only to point out a "pretty sparkle" on the floor. Then came the little ripple of laughter and confused shouts when Fourth was manhandled down the aisle by the ring bearers, who turned out to be two magnificent but easily distracted doggos, PB and Chowon. The dogs, clearly overwhelmed by their responsibility, seemed to view the silk cushions holding the rings as highly appealing chew toys, requiring Punch and Daou to stage an emergency, covert dog rescue that involved a lot of frantic hand signals and whispered threats of "no treats for a month!"
Standing close to the aisle, Gemini was holding Belle the cat, a sleek, judgmental creature draped over his arm like a mink stole. Both Gemini and Belle shook their heads in silent disapproval of the canine antics.
Despite the light comedy, there were tears shed at the vows. Thame and Po, standing there together in their perfect suits, looked so genuinely and ridiculously in love that the sight was enough to make even Khun Thee’s eyes shine a little. It was, in the end, a profoundly beautiful ceremony.
Then came the reception. The dinner was loud, filled with roaring laughter and clinking glasses. The speeches were heartfelt, and the toasts were deeply personal. Junn went first, delivering a toast detailing Thame and Po's deliberate path to each other. He spoke of the respect they had for one another and how proud he was to see his two favourite people finally commit. Dylan followed, his hands slightly shaking but his voice steady, offering a toast that was simpler, focusing less on history and more on the pure, contagious joy of witnessing true, earned happiness.
The first dance was gorgeous, the cake was cut, and then the squad all had a dance to a classic Sinatra tune. And here Dylan was, finally, in the arms of the man he had loved all his life, finally calling him his. The simple weight of Junn's hand on the small of his back felt like an anchor.
Unlike yesterday’s tense uncertainty, tonight was pure, open joy. Junn openly kissed Dylan right there on the dance floor, dipping him theatrically with a dramatic flair, earning a chorus of hoots and catcalls from the crowd, and a good-natured, yet loud, groan from Peach. “Get a room, you two!” Peach yelled, laughing. But who was even listening? For now, the entire room dissolved into a bright, contained bubble that held just the two of them. Dylan felt impossibly light, like every weight he’d carried for the last decade—the fear, the distance, the assumed rejection—had been lifted by a single, powerful kiss.
They were all still on the dance floor a little later, the vibe shifting from elegant romance to pure, unadulterated absurdity. Dylan was bent double, laughing uncontrollably at Khun Thee, Gemini, and Junn attempting some truly unholy and deeply unsettling rendition of Shakira’s Hips Don't Lie. Kian, despite his expensive suit, had surprisingly fluid hips, while Junn was all athletic power with absolutely zero rhythm, making his movements look like a whale trying to breach in a tuxedo.
Peach was watching them from the side, looking fondly at Kian. Faye was already long gone, tucked into bed with Peach’s sister and her husband, who had taken her because phlab was, quote, “too pregnant for gay, drunk men dancing, especially when Kian starts doing the worm.”
It was right after the "Hips Don't Lie" disaster ended in a collective, breathless heap that Punch announced the bouquet would be tossed.
Dylan wasn't going to go. He made a move to retreat to the nearest table to protect his ears, but Junn grabbed his hand firmly and dragged him forward, manoeuvring them into the scrum of eager singles and nervous couples.
“No pressure, Lan,” Junn murmured, leaning down in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with flowers. “You catch it or not, we are getting married anyway. Consider this a formality.”
“We started dating hours ago, Junn. Is this how you conduct first dates?” Dylan whispered back, his voice thick with a delighted disbelief that bordered on hysteria.
“And? We’ve been circling each other for ten years.” Junn countered, pulling him closer and resting his chin on Dylan’s head. “Would you rather I suddenly announce I'm leaving to be a monk in Chiang Mai? I’m committed, my love.”
“Let’s date for at least a day before we start discussing our upcoming nuptials, the guest list, and the diamond size, darling,” Dylan said, his heart swelling with the ease of the banter.
He looked up just as Po and Thame spun and tossed the enormous white bouquet over their heads. The floral arrangement sailed high into the air, turning slowly, before plummeting in a perfect, predetermined trajectory that, with the help of a small, discreet nudge from Junn's elbow into the ribs of an overly eager guest, landed straight and true in Dylan’s hands.
The room erupted. People around them started hooting and chanting his name and Junn’s. Junn hugged him tightly from the back, crushing the flowers between them, his chest rumbling with laughter.
“Told ya,” Junn said, his voice warm and possessive right next to Dylan’s ear. “The universe is on my side, and it definitely wants us married. Now we just need to set the date.”
A while later, it was late. The crowd was dying out, having moved their celebration to the after-party suite. A slow, gentle, forgotten song was playing over the remaining speakers, the soundtrack of quiet contentment. Junn and Dylan were curled up together on a huge, velvet window seat, bathed in the soft, golden light filtering in from the courtyard. Dylan was nestled securely in Junn’s lap, his head resting against his chest, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart. He was looking at nothing in particular—just at the warm afterglow of the wedding where two people were so in love it radiated, while cuddling his own decade-long love. The heavy, sweet scent of the crushed bouquet lay discarded on the floor near their feet.
He traced the sharp line of Junn’s jaw with his thumb, the reality of the moment feeling almost unreal, too fragile and perfect to be true.
“I can’t believe we were that stupid for that long,” Dylan murmured, leaning his head back onto Junn’s shoulder.
“I know.” Junn agreed, running a hand gently through Dylan’s mullet. He sighed, the sound deeply satisfied. “But we’re here now. And I’m never letting go. Not for a misunderstanding, not for a competition, not for anything.”
Junn’s lips found Dylan’s ear, biting it lightly, sending a familiar, pleasant shiver down his spine. “Would you rather go upstairs, you know? There are rooms booked for all of us, and the party is pretty much winding down here. This seat is lovely, but my legs are falling asleep.”
“And do what?” Dylan asked softly, turning his head to look at Junn, a playful, searching look in his eyes. “Sleep?”
Junn chuckled, a low, rich, entirely unconvincing sound. He kissed Dylan’s jaw, then his neck, then dipped down to nip gently at the collarbone hidden by the stiff shirt.
“We do whatever you want to do, Lan,” Junn said, his voice dropping to that low, intense register that Dylan knew meant absolute devotion and zero sleep. “But mostly, I just want to be alone with you. I need to spend the next ten hours tracing your face and asking you about your life, among other things that will ensure neither of us sleeps a wink.”
Dylan melted against him, a deep, easy warmth flooding his chest. The promise of quiet, uncomplicated time with Junn, after all the years of complicated longing, felt like the only necessary thing in the world.
“Yeah,” Dylan whispered, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss to Junn’s pulse point on his neck, savouring the immediate, overwhelming taste of him. “I think that sounds like the very best decision we’ve made all day.”
Dylan nodded, and Junn took his hand, lacing their fingers together as they stood up from the seat. They made their way through the dwindling crowd, pausing occasionally to say goodnight to friends and family who were also leaving the reception. When they finally reached the elevator, they found it rather empty.
Junn pressed the button for the top floor, pulling Dylan close as the doors slid shut behind them. They leaned against the mirrored wall, the hum of conversation filling the small space around them. Dylan watched as Junn's eyes roamed over his face, taking in every feature as if committing it to memory.
Dylan grinned, reaching up to trace the line of Junn's jaw with a fingertip. "You're staring," he teased softly. "What are you thinking about?" Junn caught Dylan's wrist, pressing a kiss to his palm before responding. "How much I've missed seeing your face." He paused, then added with a wry grin, "And how I'm never letting you leave, ever again "
The elevator dinged softly, announcing its arrival at the Suite floor. Junn released Dylan's wrist, keeping one hand firmly on his lower back as they stepped out into the plushly carpeted hallway. "This way," Junn murmured, leading them towards the room.
As they walked, Junn's knuckles brushed lightly against Dylan's cheek. "I'm so happy right now," Junn said quietly, his voice barely audible over the soft hum of the air conditioning system. His eyes stayed locked onto Dylan's, sharing a tender smile as they approached the door to his suite.
Junn slid the key card into the lock, pushing open the heavy wooden door with a soft click. The room beyond was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the plush furnishings and soft carpeting. A single lamp glowed warmly beside an overstuffed armchair, bathing the space in a cozy, inviting light. Junn turned to Dylan, holding out his hand. "After you," he said, gesturing for Dylan to enter first.
Dylan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Oh really? Such a gentleman." He stepped past Junn, feeling the warmth of Junn's body heat radiate through the thin fabric of his shirt. He could sense Junn close behind him, following every movement as he took in the luxurious surroundings. "Nice place," Dylan remarked, glancing back over his shoulder with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Very nice indeed," Junn agreed, his voice a low rumble as he wrapped his arms around Dylan from behind, resting his chin on Dylan's shoulder. His breath was warm against Dylan's neck, sending shivers down his spine. "But not nearly as beautiful as you." Dylan let out a soft laugh, leaning back into Junn's embrace. He tilted his head slightly, exposing more of his neck to Junn's lips.
Dylan smiled softly, his eyelids fluttering closed as Junn's lips brushed against the sensitive spot below his ear. He sighed contentedly, tilting his head further to give Junn better access. "Mmm... that feels nice," he murmured, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Junn's dark hair. "Been wanting you to do that since forever."
Junn pulled Dylan closer, his hands sliding down to rest on Dylan's hips as he trailed kisses along his jawline. "Is that so?" he murmured against Dylan's skin. "And what else have you been wanting me to do since forever?" Dylan let out a soft gasp as Junn's teeth grazed his earlobe, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through him.
"I can show you," Dylan whispered, turning slowly in Junn's arms until they were facing each other. He looped his arms around Junn's neck, rising onto his tiptoes to press a soft, lingering kiss to Junn's lips. "Like this..." he breathed against Junn's mouth, parting his lips and darting his tongue out to trace the seam of Junn's lips. Junn groaned softly, opening his mouth to allow Dylan's tongue to slide inside.
Junn's hands moved to cup Dylan's face, his thumbs brushing gently against Dylan's cheeks as their tongues met. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as they explored each other's mouths, learning the taste and texture of the other.
Dylan's hands roamed over Junn's broad shoulders, feeling the firm muscles beneath his fingertips. He pulled away from the kiss, panting softly as he gazed up into Junn's dark eyes. "God, I've missed you," he whispered, running his thumb along Junn's full lower lip. "I never thought this moment would come." Junn's eyes softened, and he cupped Dylan's cheek, his thumb gently caressing Dylan's smooth skin.
"I've missed you too, more than you'll ever know," Junn replied softly, his eyes never leaving Dylan's. He leaned in to capture Dylan's lips once again, this kiss slower and deeper than the last. One hand slid down to rest at the small of Dylan's back, pulling him flush against Junn's body. Dylan moaned softly into the kiss, arching his body into Junn's touch.
Dylan broke away from the kiss, a playful grin spreading across his face. "You know, for someone who couldn’t control himself around me in college, you're being awfully patient." Junn chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a thrill through Dylan. "Well, I didn't want to rush things," Junn said, his voice laced with amusement. "Besides, I figured we should at least make it to the bedroom first."
Dylan laughed, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Fair enough," he said, stepping back from Junn's embrace and taking his hand. He led them towards the large king-sized bed that dominated the room, feeling a surge of excitement as he imagined all the ways they could use it. As they reached the edge of the bed, Dylan turned to face Junn, looping his arms around Junn's neck once more. And then he pushed Junn down onto the bed, straddling his hips and looking down at him with a mix of affection and desire. "So tell me," Dylan said, trailing his fingers along the collar of Junn's crisp white dress shirt, "what exactly did you have in mind among the other things?" Junn smiled up at him, his hands coming to rest on Dylan's thighs.
"We'll start with getting you out of this shirt," Junn said, his fingers finding the buttons and quickly undoing them. "It's been driving me crazy all night." Dylan grinned, sitting up straighter to give Junn better access. "Oh yeah? And why's that?" Junn shrugged off his own jacket, tossing it aside before answering. "Because it hugs your body so perfectly. Every curve and line... I couldn't take my eyes off you."
Junn pushed himself up to sit against the headboard, pulling Dylan into his lap. He ran his hands up Dylan's bare sides, marvelling at the smooth, silky skin beneath his palms. "And these freckles," Junn continued, his voice husky with desire as he traced the constellation of tiny brown spots scattered across Dylan's chest and shoulders. "They drive me wild." Dylan arched into Junn's touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
Dylan grinned, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Junn's lips. "Well, I guess I should thank you for choosing such a wonderful gift for yourself, then." He trailed his fingertips down Junn's chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle beneath his dress shirt. "Since I seem to be the beneficiary." Junn smiled against Dylan's mouth, his hands sliding up to grip Dylan's hips and pull him closer.
Junn chuckled, his grip tightening on Dylan's hips as he ground up against him. "Believe me, baby, you're the one doing all the benefiting here." He dipped his head, capturing Dylan's mouth in a searing kiss while his hands roamed freely over Dylan's back and sides. Dylan moaned softly, wrapping his arms around Junn's neck and surrendering completely to the sensation of Junn's strong hands exploring his body.
Dylan's fingers moved to the buttons of Junn's shirt, deftly undoing them one by one. "I think it's only fair that I get to enjoy the view now," he murmured, pushing the shirt open to reveal Junn's muscular chest. He leaned in, pressing soft kisses along Junn's collarbone, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. Junn's breath hitched as Dylan's lips trailed lower, his hands gripping Dylan's hips tighter as a low groan escaped him.
Dylan's hands slid up Junn's chest, his fingers tracing the defined muscles as he explored every inch of Junn's body. He felt Junn's heartbeat quicken under his touch, and he smiled against Junn's skin, knowing that he was having just as much of an effect on him as he was on Dylan. Junn's hands moved to Dylan's back, his fingertips tracing the lines of his spine as he pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as their bodies pressed together. Dylan's hands moved lower, his fingertips brushing against the waistband of Junn's pants, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
Dylan's fingers deftly undid the button of Junn's pants, sliding the zipper down slowly. "I've been wanting to do this for so long", Dylan whispered, his breath hot against Junn's ear. He could feel Junn's cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, and he grinned, reaching in to wrap his hand around it. "God, you're already so hard for me," Dylan murmured, stroking Junn's length through the soft cotton. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."
Junn's breath hitched as Dylan's fingers brushed against his hardening length, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Fuck, Dylan," he groaned, his hands tightening on Dylan's hips as he thrust up against his touch. "You have no idea how long I've been dreaming of this." Dylan grinned, squeezing Junn's cock gently before sliding his hand out of Junn's pants. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Junn's hands moved to Dylan's waist, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of his pants as he looked up at him with a wicked grin. "Well, let's see about that," he murmured, slowly tugging Dylan's pants down over his hips, revealing the smooth skin, his hands moving to grip Dylan's ass firmly. Dylan gasped softly, his fingers tangling in Junn's dark hair as he arched into Junn's touch.
Dylan's fingers found the hem of Junn's shirt, slowly pushing it up to reveal more of his toned stomach. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss just above Junn's navel, feeling Junn's muscles twitch beneath his lips. Junn's hands slid up Dylan's back, his fingertips tracing the curve of his spine as he pulled him closer. "You're killing me, baby," Junn murmured, his voice dripping with desire.
Dylan blushed at Junn's words, feeling his own desire building with each passing second. He reached up to cup Junn's face, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "I want you," he whispered against Junn's mouth, his fingers tangling in his dark hair. "I want you so bad." Junn groaned softly, his hands sliding down to grip Dylan's ass, pulling him flush against his body. "God, Dylan," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to hear you say that."
Dylan's heart pounded in his chest as Junn's hands squeezed his ass, pulling him even closer. He could feel Junn's hardness pressing against his own, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He let out a soft moan, arching his back to grind against Junn, feeling the friction between their bodies.
Dylan's fingers teased the waistband of Junn's boxers, slowly pulling them down to reveal his thick, hard cock. He grinned wickedly, wrapping his hand around Junn's length and stroking it gently, feeling Junn's hips buck under his touch. "I can't wait to taste you." Junn groaned, his hands gripping Dylan's hips tightly as he thrust up into his touch. "Fuck, Dylan... "
Junn's eyes darkened as he looked down at Dylan, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as Dylan's lips wrapped around his cock. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet Dylan's mouth. "Your mouth feels so good." Dylan grinned around Junn's length, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper into his throat. He could feel Junn's cock twitching against his tongue, and he moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Junn's spine.
Dylan took Junn deeper into his throat, his eyes watering slightly as he fought to take all of him. Junn's hands tangled in Dylan's hair, his hips thrusting gently as he fucked Dylan's mouth. "Fuck, baby," Junn groaned. Junn's head fell back against the pillows, his eyes closed as he surrendered completely to the sensation of Dylan's mouth on his cock.
Dylan's lips slid up and down Junn's shaft, his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked eagerly. His eyes, locked on Junn's, sparkled with mischief and lust, the wet sounds of his mouth filling the room. Dylan's tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside before taking Junn deep into his throat once more.
Junn reached out, his fingers gently tucking a strand of Dylan's hair behind his ear. "I don't know if I can handle much more of this," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're making it very hard for me to keep my composure." Dylan's eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked up at Junn, his lips curving into a playful smile. Junn's grip on Dylan's hair tightened, his hips thrusting up to meet Dylan's mouth as he took control of the pace. "Fuck, Dylan," Junn groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Your mouth feels so fucking good." Dylan moaned around Junn's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down Junn's spine as he continued to suck and lick.
Dylan's eyes watered as he took Junn deeper, his nose pressing against Junn's pelvis. Junn's grip on Dylan's hair tightened as his thrusts became more urgent, his breathing ragged and desperate. "Fuck, Dylan... I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his hips bucking wildly. With a final, deep thrust, Junn's cock pulsed and he released into Dylan's mouth, filling him with his hot, salty seed.
Dylan swallowed every drop, his eyes locked onto Junn's, savoring the taste of him. He slowly pulled off, licking his lips clean, and grinned up at Junn, his cheeks flushed and eyes shining with satisfaction.
Junn's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You're incredible, Dylan," he said, his voice still husky with desire. He reached down, gently cupping Dylan's cheek, his thumb brushing softly against his lips. Dylan leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening them again to look up at Junn with a soft, contented smile. "Your turn," Junn murmured, his fingers tracing lightly down Dylan's neck, making him shiver.
Junn flipped Dylan onto his back, their bodies pressing together as Junn kissed a trail down Dylan's chest, lingering at his navel before continuing south. Dylan gasped as he felt Junn's tongue circle his entrance, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through his body. "Oh god, Junn," Dylan moaned, his hips bucking up to meet Junn's mouth. Junn's tongue delved deeper, exploring Dylan's most intimate place with expert strokes. His hands roamed up Dylan's body, teasing his nipples with firm circles of his thumbs, eliciting soft gasps and moans from Dylan. The dual sensations sent Dylan's head spinning, his back arching off the bed as he writhed under Junn's touch.
Junn paused, his tongue circling Dylan's entrance one last time before he pulled away, leaving Dylan gasping and confused. "Why’d you stop?" Dylan asked, his voice breathless. Junn grinned, giving Dylan a playful wink as he stood up and walked over to his bag, retrieving the lube and condom he had tucked away earlier. "Patience, baby," Junn said, his voice a low rumble as he turned back to Dylan. He climbed back onto the bed, his eyes locked onto Dylan's as he tossed the condom aside and opened the lube, squeezing some onto his fingers. "No way I'm letting you cum just from my mouth," Junn said, his voice low as he warmed the lube between his fingers, preparing to give Dylan the pleasure he craved. Dylan's breath hitched in anticipation, his body trembling with need as he watched Junn's fingers glisten with the slick liquid, eager to feel them inside him.
Junn's fingers circled Dylan's entrance, teasing and probing gently before sliding one inside. Dylan moaned, his hips lifting to meet Junn's touch as he fisted the sheets, his body tensing with pleasure. "Fuck, Junn," Dylan gasped, his eyes locked onto Junn's as he writhed beneath him, desperate for more.
Junn slowly added a second finger, then a third, scissoring them gently to stretch Dylan open. Dylan's moans filled the room, his body writhing and arching off the bed as he took Junn's fingers deeper. "Oh god, Junn," Dylan gasped, his voice breathless and desperate.
"Fuck, Junn," Dylan cried out, his back arching off the bed as Junn curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. "Right there... don't stop." Junn picked up the pace, his fingers moving faster as he rubbed Dylan's prostate, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. Dylan's cock throbbed, precum leaking from the tip as he writhed beneath Junn, his moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. Dylan's body tensed, his toes curling as his orgasm hit. "Junn!" he cried out, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot out, landing on his chest and stomach. Junn grinned, his fingers still moving inside Dylan as he rode out his release, his body shaking with pleasure.
Dylan's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his body still tingling from the intense orgasm. He looked up at Junn, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watched Junn tear open the condom packet with his teeth. Junn rolled the condom onto his cock, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation as he positioned himself at Dylan's entrance.
Junn pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving Dylan time to adjust to the intrusion. Dylan's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he felt Junn's cock stretching him open. "Oh god," Dylan moaned, his fingers digging into Junn's back as he took a moment to adjust to the sensation. Once Dylan had relaxed, Junn began to move slowly, his hips rocking back and forth as he slid in and out of Dylan's tight heat. Junn picked up speed slightly, his hips moving with a steady rhythm as he kissed Dylan deeply. Dylan moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Junn's neck as he pulled him closer, his body moving in sync with Junn's.
Junn adjusted his position, lifting one of Dylan's legs onto his shoulder to gain a better angle. He looked down at Dylan as he slowly pulled out, then thrust back in with renewed force. Dylan's eyes rolled back, a loud moan escaping his lips as Junn's cock hit that sweet spot deep inside him. "Fuck, Junn," Dylan gasped, his fingers digging into Junn's back as he met each thrust with a roll of his hips, their bodies moving together.
Junn's hips snapped against Dylan's, their bodies slapping together as the intensity of their lovemaking increased. Dylan's breath came in short gasps, his eyes locked onto Junn's as he whispered, "Fuck me harder, Junn. I want to feel you deep inside me." Junn complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful and urgent as he drove Dylan towards another orgasm.
Junn's grip on Dylan's thigh tightened as he pounded into him, their bodies slick with sweat. "You feel so fucking good," Junn groaned. Dylan's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt another orgasm building deep within him. "I'm close, Junn," Dylan panted, his body tensing as he neared the edge. Junn leaned down, capturing Dylan's lips in a searing kiss as he continued to thrust deep inside him. "Cum for me, baby," Junn whispered against Dylan's lips. Junn's kiss deepened as he felt Dylan's body tense around him, his own orgasm building as he thrust harder and faster. "That's it, baby, cum for me," Junn growled.
Junn could feel Dylan's body clenching around him, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his own body. He broke the kiss, his eyes locking onto Dylan's as he felt Dylan's release wash over him, his own orgasm following closely behind. With a final thrust, Junn came hard, his cock pulsing deep inside Dylan as he filled the condom with his hot cum.
Junn collapsed onto the bed next to Dylan, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Dylan rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at Junn, a soft smile playing on his lips. "That was incredible," Dylan said, his voice barely above a whisper. Junn turned his head to look at Dylan, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind Dylan's ear.
Junn chuckled, his chest still heaving as he pulled Dylan in for a kiss. "I love you, Dylan," he said, his voice soft and sincere. Dylan's heart swelled, a warm feeling spreading through him as he smiled down at Junn, his fingers tracing lightly over Junn's cheek. "I love you too, Junn," Dylan replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Now what?” Junn asked, voice low, hopeful.
“Now I go back to London,” Dylan said, moving closer to him.
Junn blinked, his expression flickering through confusion, hurt, and panic. “Why? I thought—”
“I go back,” Dylan interrupted gently, smiling, “to quit my job, pack my stuff, and tie up the ends… so I can come home. To you.”
For a moment, Junn just stared at him before leaning down and kissing him—soft, relieved, stupidly in love.
“You know this is going to make someone really happy,” Dylan murmured against his lips.
“Me?” Junn asked.
“My mom,” Dylan grinned.
They both burst out laughing. They laughed until their cheeks hurt, until the years between them melted away, and somewhere between Junn’s arms and the quiet night, Dylan realized—he was finally, completely home. ❤️