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Tutor quietly sneaks up on the unsuspecting Yim, who is engrossed in his studies at their table, glasses perched neatly on his face.
The soft light from the lamp on the table casts a warm glow, highlighting the details of Yim's silk pajamas.
Tutor, feeling the irresistible desire to kiss his devoted boyfriend, sneaks up behind Yim, clad in only a pair of shorts, his bare chest visible.
With a playful grin, Tutor leans down, wrapping his arms around Yim's shoulders and planting a soft, unexpected kiss on the side of his neck.
Yim lets out a startled gasp, momentarily taken aback by the sudden affection. He tilts his head back, a smile blossoming on his face as he cranes his neck to meet Tutor's gaze. "You really couldn't wait, could you?" he teases, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Tutor laughs, nuzzling his face against Yim's hair, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo. "You're just too damn tempting, you know that, right?" he responds, planting another kiss on the top of Yim's head.
Yim lets out a small chuckle, his body relaxed in Tutor's embrace. He tilts his head back further, his lips now just an inch away from Tutor's. "And you're a distraction," he says, his voice laced with both feigned annoyance and affection.
Tutor's hands glide down Yim's chest, tracing lazy patterns against the soft fabric of his silk pajamas. "A distraction you can't resist," he murmur against Yim's temple, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down Yim's spine.
Yim's eyes flutter closed, his breath catching in his throat as Tutor's mouth moves lower, tracing a slow, tantalizing path along his jawline. The room is filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the rustle of silk against skin, and the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall.
Tutor's mouth finally captures Yim's, their lips meeting in a tender, lingering kiss. Yim's hands come up to grasp Tutor's wrists, holding him in place as he kisses him back with a quiet hunger.
The kiss deepens, their mouths moving together in a familiar, yet always exhilarating dance. Tutor's hands slide beneath Yim's silk pajama top, his fingers tracing the bare skin of his back. Yim shivers at the touch, arching into Tutor, pressing closer as if trying to erase the space between them.
Tutor breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed against Yim's, both of them breathless. "Damn, you feel amazing," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.
Yim's heart is pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged puffs. "Less talking, more kissing," he manages, his voice thick with want.
Tutor obliges, his mouth finding Yim's once more in a fervent, passionate kiss. His hands explore every contour of Yim's body, his touch both gentle and possessive, making it clear just how much he desires him.
Yim moans softly, his body responding to Tutor's touch like a finely tuned instrument. His hands slide up Tutor's bare chest, fingers exploring the contours of his muscles. He pulls Tutor backward, leading them both to the comfort of the bed.
As they fall against the mattress, Tutor's body covering Yim's, their mouths never break contact. Tutor's hand slides up between Yim's thighs, teasingly brushing over the silk material and the hardness beneath.
Yim moans at the touch, his hips arching up slightly against Tutor's hand. "Tutor," he gasps, his voice a low, pleading whisper.
Tutor breaks the kiss, his lips finding the sensitive skin of Yim's throat. "Yeah?" he asks, his voice a deep, rumbling murmur. His hand continues its torturously slow journey, tracing the outline of Yim's hardness through the thin silk of his pajama pants.
Yim's breath hitches, his fingers clutching at the sheets as Tutor's hand continues its leisurely exploration. "You're driving me insane," he gasps, his head tilting back, exposing more of his neck.
Tutor smiles, his mouth continuing its trail of kisses down the column of Yim's throat. "That's the point," he responds, his hand finally sliding beneath the waistband of Yim's pajama pants.
Yim lets out a gasp as Tutor's hand encircles his hardness, his body arching into the touch. "Tutor," he breathes, his voice tight with pleasure.
Tutor's hand starts to move, his touch slow but firm. "You're so responsive," he murmurs, his words a low rumble against Yim's skin. His mouth continues its leisurely journey, moving lower, nipping and kissing at the exposed flesh of Yim's chest.
Yim's hands find purchase on Tutor's shoulders, digging into the flesh as he tries to anchor himself against the waves of pleasure. His breathing is ragged, his body taut as a bowstring as Tutor's hand continues its steady rhythm. "God, don't stop," he gasps, his voice breaking.
Tutor smiles, his own breath coming in shuddery bursts against Yim's skin. "Not planning on it," he responds, his mouth continuing its path down Yim's stomach, his hand never ceasing its movement.
Yim's chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath, his body arching up against Tutor's touch. "Tutor, I—" he gasps, his voice broken by a low moan.
Tutor's mouth finds a sensitive spot on the inside of Yim's hip, his tongue swirling over the tender flesh. "What is it?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive murmur. His hand continues its slow, maddening rhythm, his thumb tracing lazy circles over the sensitive tip.
Yim's body is tense, his muscles coiled tight as a spring. His hands clutch at the sheets, his knuckles turning white. "I—I can't—" he manages, his voice breaking, hips stuttering upwards unconsciously.
Tutor's hand continues its rhythm, unhurried and purposeful. "You can," he murmurs, his mouth moving back up Yim's waist, his tongue tracing lazy circles over the flushed, heated skin.
Yim's head is thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut as he struggles to hold back his release. His hips are moving in rhythm with Tutor's hand, his body shuddering with pleasure. "Tutor, please—" he gasps, his voice thick with need.
Tutor's mouth finds Yim's neck once more, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh. "Just let go," he murmurs, his hand increasing its pace just a fraction.
With another gasp, Yim's body shudders as he reaches his release, his release coating Tutor's hand and staining his pajamas. Tutor continues to move his hand, his touch guiding Yim through the waves of pleasure.
Yim's body relaxes, his muscles going lax as he sinks into the bed, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. Tutor pulls his hand away, a satisfied smile on his face. "There we go," he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.
Yim's body is boneless, his body sinking into the bed as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes are half-lidded, his breathing still harsh and ragged. "That was—" he starts, his voice trailing off, still overwhelmed by the aftereffects of pleasure.
Tutor chuckles, settling beside Yim on the bed, his hand stroking Yim's hair gently. "Good, I know," he responds, his voice filled with satisfied smugness.
Yim lets out a soft, weary chuckle, his body still thrumming with pleasurable aftershocks. "You're insufferable sometimes," he murmurs, his voice weak and rough.
Tutor grins, his hand moving to cradle Yim's cheek, his touch gentle. "And you love it," he responds, his voice filled with cocky confidence.
Yim's eyes flutter closed at Tutor's touch, his body instinctively leaning into the touch. "Maybe," he admits, his lips curving into a small, exhausted smile.
Tutor laughs softly, his hand still stroking Yim's hair. "You definitely love it," he murmurs, his tone affectionate and smug. "After all, you've put up with me for this long."
Yim lets out a weary sigh, his body still trembling slightly with the aftermath of his release. "You really are insufferable," he mutters, his voice lacking any real conviction.
Tutor chuckles again, his hand tracing a lazy path down Yim's cheek, his thumb brushing over his lower lip. "And yet, you can't resist me," he responds, his tone full of arrogant self-confidence.
"Well, I guess studying is over for today." Yim said.
"Good, cause I'm not quite done yet..." Tutor said grinning widely at Yim suggesting the night was far from over.