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At Joong’s birthday event, after he closes the door behind him, he turns around to find Dunk staring at his lips. Before Joong can react, Dunk grabs his wrist and swiftly pulls him into the restroom, locking the door behind them.
Joong looks at Dunk, trying to understand what he wants, but before he can say anything, Dunk crashes their lips together. The kiss starts slow but deepens with a mix of love and desire.
Breaking apart just enough to catch his breath, Dunk murmurs, “I’ve wanted to do this ever since you called me ‘bro.’ You know I’m not your bro—I’m your lover.” His voice is low and filled with longing. “You have no idea how hard it was to stop myself from kissing you right then and there, especially after you licked the cake off my finger. I was at my limit.” He chuckles softly. “Thank God I held back, or tomorrow’s headlines would’ve been ‘Famous Thai Actors Caught Making Out at a Birthday Event.’”
Joong smirks, tilting his head. “And why are you holding back now?”
Dunk exhales sharply. “I’m not. I’m just finally saying what I’ve wanted to say all this time.”
This time, Joong takes the lead, pulling Dunk in for another slow, intoxicating kiss. Their bodies press together, the heat between them intensifying. As they catch their breath, they glance at their reflection in the mirror.
Dunk smirks. “Should we take a post-makeout picture? Just to let everyone know you’re mine and only mine?”
Without waiting for a response, Dunk pulls out his phone and snaps a picture. Joong leans in to look at it and pouts. “But my lipstick…”
Dunk chuckles. “Just tell them it wasn’t long-lasting. Not that it would stop people from figuring out what happened.”
Joong laughs before reaching for the hem of Dunk’s white shirt, pulling it over his head. Dunk follows suit, sliding Joong’s jacket off his shoulders. As Joong presses him against the restroom basin, he trails soft kisses down Dunk’s abs, his fingers tracing circles over his tummy.
“I’ve always loved this the most,” Joong murmurs, teasingly spiraling his fingers over Dunk’s skin.
Dunk lets out a shaky breath, a soft moan escaping his lips as they continue kissing. He then flips their positions, removing Joong’s shirt and running his hands over his toned abs. Joong shudders, gasping, “Dunk… You know that’s my sensitive spot.”
Dunk smirks against his skin. “Of course, I do.” He presses a lingering kiss there, watching as Joong bites his lip to suppress another moan.
Just then, a sudden knock on the door makes them freeze.
Scrambling, they hurriedly put their clothes back on. As they straighten themselves up, Dunk leans in and whispers, “Let’s finish this later.”
Joong smirks. “You better keep that promise.”