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“Joon?” I asked, a touch of desperation in my tone as I squirmed, but he held me so tight I could barely move.

“Just a second,” he begged, voice rough. “Jagiya–just… need a minute. Need you too much. I won’t last,” he laughed breathlessly.

I grinned as something warm burned behind my ribs.

Eventually, he pulled back, tentatively sliding nearly all the way out before pushing back into me with a groan. His head tipped back, and I bit my lip as I watched the ecstasy on his face, and when his eyes once again collided with mine, there was a dark determination in them that tightened my muscles around him. He inhaled sharply.

“Keep doing that, and this will be over quickly,” he warned with a smirk.

I giggled and did it again.

He gasped and gripped my hips harder.

“Are you playing with me, jagiya?” he growled.

I leaned forward to press my lips against his. He returned my kiss greedily, sweeping his tongue against mine, making me groan.

“Always,” I murmured against his lips.

“Then I need to make sure you win.” He nipped at my bottom lip before lowering a hand between our bodies, and pressing his fingers against where I ached for him.

I arched, whining as his fingers touched me with practised movements, and all the while he snapped his hips against me, driving me closer and closer, far faster than I would have thought possible until–

“Joon!” I cried, clawing at him and holding on as tremors wracked my body in tight waves that made my vision blur.

He followed me over that ledge a moment later, burying himself deep and holding onto me like he might collapse if he let go.

For several minutes, we simply held each other, breathing heavily, leaning against each other and letting our bodies settle from an anxious buzz to a contented thrum.

Eventually, he pulled back just enough to look down at me and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

“I missed you,” he said with a soft smile.

“It was only a couple days,” I said, secretly pleased.

“Doesn’t matter. I wanted you with me.”

My heart thumped, and my smile was shaky as I said, “Well, now you have me.”

“Yes,” he replied, staring into my eyes. “Now I have you.”

Later, after ordering take out when we’d discovered my attempt at dinner was utterly unrecoverable, we lay in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“You never did tell me. Have you had the house long?”

Jihoon made a humming noise as he thought, idly stroking his fingers up my arm where it was wound around his waist.

“I bought it when I came out of the military. I needed my space. I didn’t want to keep sharing an apartment.”

“That long?” I said, surprised. “But you haven’t unpacked. There are boxes everywhere.”

He shrugged. “I’m not here often and I kept putting it off.”

I frowned, craning my neck to look at him. “Why?”

“It does not feel like home yet.”

“You could get a dog,” I suggested, only half-joking.