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It had been a month since Andrew returned home from the hospital after his accident. His body had started to heal, but not enough to follow his father to Korea, as he still needed more strength.
Sitting on the bed, Andrew's back was pressed against the headboard, his legs stretched out, slightly apart in a relaxed yet weary manner. His hands rested on his knees, fingers twitching faintly as if they longed to grasp something, anything, to steady the storm of emotions swirling within him. The sun filtered weakly through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, but its warmth barely reached him. In front of him, nestled between his legs, was Euan, leaning back against Andrew's chest. His head rested lightly under Andrew's chin, the curve of his back fitting perfectly against Andrew's torso. Euan held a book in his lap, fingers absentmindedly turning the pages, though his gaze was more on Andrew than the words on the page. He could feel the tension radiating from him—the tightness in his posture, the uneven rise and fall of his chest as if the weight of unspoken thoughts pressed heavily on his shoulders.
Euan tilted his head, just enough to catch a glimpse of Andrew's face, a flicker of concern crossing his eyes. "Are you tired?" he asked softly, his voice gentle, almost a whisper in the stillness of the room. "Do you want to lie down comfortably now?"
Andrew met Euan's gaze, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, though it barely touched his eyes. He shook his head slightly, the movement slow, deliberate. "Let's just stay like this a little longer," he murmured, his voice soft but imbued with a quiet sense of contentment. His arms wrapped loosely around Euan's waist, as though holding onto the moment, unwilling to let it slip away too soon.
Euan raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye, and returned his attention to the book in his hands. "Aren't I heavy?" he teased lightly, his voice warm, though there was an undercurrent of tenderness. He leaned just a little further into Andrew's chest, testing his weight as if to gauge how much of him Andrew could bear.
"Not at all," Andrew murmured, his voice calm and reassuring. Without hesitation, his hands slid up, fingers brushing gently over Euan's face. He tilted Euan's head back toward him, his touch lingering as their gazes locked. There was a softness in Andrew's eyes, but something deeper—a quiet, unspoken need.
Their lips met in a slow, affectionate kiss. The moment was delicate, filled with tenderness and unvoiced longing. As the kiss deepened, Euan could feel the heat radiating from Andrew's body, the intensity of a desire that had been simmering beneath the surface since his return. It was a hunger Andrew had held back, restrained by the limits of his healing body. For weeks, Euan had been careful, giving Andrew space, afraid of pushing him too far too soon, too intimately.
But now, as Andrew's hands held him firmly, as the kiss grew more insistent, Euan could feel the urgency in Andrew's touch—his impatience, his frustration at being kept at arm's length. Euan's mind raced, torn between the desire to be close to Andrew and the cautious voice in his head reminding him that Andrew was still healing, still fragile.
Gently, Euan tried to pull away, but Andrew's hands were already cupping his face, fingers firm but tender. The subtle pressure in Andrew's hold kept him close, making it clear that he wasn't ready to let go. The kiss lingered, deepening as Andrew's breath mingled with Euan's, the intimacy of it echoing in the space between them.
"You're avoiding me again," Andrew whispered against Euan's lips, his voice raw with a mix of longing and need.
Euan let out a soft, muffled moan, his breath hitching at the weight of Andrew's words. A shiver ran down his spine, his heart racing between worry and desire. "Hmmmm," he managed to hum, his lips barely parting from Andrew's. "You're still healing," he protested weakly, but even to his own ears, his voice was filled with hesitation, a thin veil of doubt.
Andrew pulled back just enough to look Euan in the eyes. His forehead rested gently against Euan's, their breaths mingling in the small space between them, the warmth between them a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. His voice was low, heavy with emotion. "I've been healing for a month, Euan. But this… you… this is what I need." His fingers brushed the back of Euan's neck, his thumb tracing slow, soothing lines along his jaw. "Don't pull away from me now."
"I'm not pulling away," Euan whispered, his hand gently pressing against Andrew's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his palm. The thrum of it calmed him, even as he fought to reconcile his fears. "I just don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," Andrew murmured, his lips brushing over Euan's once more, slow and patient. His hands loosened their grip, no longer holding Euan in place but cradling him, offering comfort rather than restraint. "You never could."
Euan closed his eyes, letting the last bit of tension slip away. He leaned into Andrew's kiss, allowing the warmth between them to melt the distance he had carefully kept. His hands moved upward, gently resting on Andrew's shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. As the kiss deepened, Euan allowed himself to sink into the moment, his body softening into Andrew's embrace, the world outside falling away.
Andrew's hands trembled slightly as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of Euan's shorts, pulling them down slowly, revealing Euan's toned body in the soft light. The sight stirred a rush of desire in him, a longing that had been restrained for too long.
His gaze lingered, filled with both reverence and want as he took in every inch of Euan before him, savoring the closeness they had both missed.
"I need to loosen you up," Andrew murmured, his voice low and rough with need. He met Euan's eyes, his expression intense, almost vulnerable. "It's been too long… I've missed this. Missed you."
He reached for the gel and condom on the side table, pouring a generous amount of lubricant onto his fingers. Euan's breath hitched as Andrew slowly inserted one finger into his hole, his body tensing at the intrusion. Andrew took his time, moving his finger in a gentle thrusting motion until he felt Euan relax beneath him.
Satisfied, Andrew added a second finger, causing Euan to jolt in pleasure and pain as he moaned louder. Andrew's own arousal grew as he watched Euan's reactions, his body responding to the sounds of pleasure he was eliciting.
"Andrew," Euan gasped, his hips bucking as Andrew's fingers moved inside him.
Andrew increased his pace, his fingers sliding in and out of Euan's hole with ease. He could feel Euan's body tensing, the muscles clenching around his fingers as he approached his climax.
"I'm close," Euan panted, his breath coming in short gasps. "Don't stop."
Andrew had no intention of stopping. He continued to thrust his fingers deep inside Euan, his own body aching with need. He could feel his own release building, his cock throbbing with desire.
"Come for me, Euan," Andrew growled, his fingers moving faster. "I want to feel you come apart."
"Wait," Euan breathed heavily, his heart racing as he clutched Andrew's hands tightly, feeling the warmth radiating between them. His breath hitched as Andrew's fingers moved within him, each delicate caress igniting a rush of sensations that made him gasp. He slowly pulled Andrew's fingers away, a soft moan escaping his lips as he did so.
"Why?" Andrew murmured, leaning closer, his hot breath brushing against Euan's ear, sending shivers down his spine. The intimacy of the moment made Euan's skin tingle with anticipation.
Euan turned to face Andrew, locking eyes with him, and there was a spark of understanding—of desire—reflected in their gazes. He knelt down on the soft bed beneath him, the fabric pressing against his knees as he spread Andrew's legs gently, positioning them comfortably. "I'll be on top of you," he suggested, his voice low and sultry, tinged with both eagerness and a hint of vulnerability.
With deliberate slowness, Euan removed Andrew's shorts, revealing the beautiful sight of him laid bare. A rush of excitement coursed through Euan as he climbed onto Andrew, feeling the heat emanating from his body. Andrew leaned back against the headboard
As Euan settled on top of him, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, he leaned slightly to the side, his heart racing with anticipation. The atmosphere around them felt electric, charged with a mix of desire and vulnerability. With careful fingers, he reached for the condom resting on the bedside table, his movements slow and deliberate as if savoring every moment.
"Are you ready?" Euan asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as he unwrapped the condom, his fingers brushing against the smooth packaging. He held Andrew's gaze, searching for reassurance, wanting to ensure they were both on the same page.
Andrew nodded, his expression shifting from apprehension to fervent desire. "More than anything," he replied, his voice husky with longing. The sincerity in his words sent a thrill through Euan, igniting a fire within him.
Andrew's cock, sheathed in a condom, pressed against Euan's tight hole. Euan's breath hitched as he lowered himself onto Andrew, feeling the tip of Andrew's cock enter him.
"Oh," Euan moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. Andrew's hands gripped Euan's waist, helping to steady him as he slowly impaled himself on Andrew's cock.
"You feel so good," Andrew groaned, his teeth gritted as Euan's tight heat enveloped him.
Euan began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he rode Andrew's cock. His moans grew louder, filling the room as Andrew's cock hit all the right spots inside him.
"Yes, just like that," Andrew encouraged, his hips meeting Euan's thrusts.
Euan leaned down, his lips finding Andrew's in a passionate kiss. Their tongues dueled as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat.
"I'm close," Euan panted, breaking the kiss.
"Me too," Andrew gasped, his fingers digging into Euan's hips.
With one final thrust, Euan came, his cock pulsing as he milked every last drop of pleasure from his body. Andrew followed soon after, his own orgasm ripping through him as he filled the condom with his seed.
Euan collapsed onto Andrew, his head resting on Andrew's chest as they both struggled to catch their breath.
"That was amazing," Andrew murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Euan's back.
"Yeah, it was," Euan agreed, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
The story doesn't end here...
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