***Warning: A bit of smut ahead 😉***

HeungSoo's POV

I walk in behind Namsoon. He makes his way to the kitchen. I drop my jacket on his sofa and find myself heading down the hall to his workroom. I turn on the light and wander over to his drawing board. I am just in awe at the beauty of his work. I gently flip the paper on the worktable. It looks like he's working on the next volume in the series. I'm still blown away at the professional set up of his workroom.

I sit down and flip through his papers on his desk. I smile at the story he's working on. Indeed, a writer does best when they write what they know.

"What do you think of the new story?" Namsoon asks.

I look up, and he has two bottles of water in his hand.

"I love it. You do amazing work. This is intense and time-consuming, isn't it? I have never seen this many types of pencils, pens, markers, drawing inks. And you need all of these?" I wave my hand at the many tools all around his table.

"The rulers, curve rulers, compass? Yes, I do," he smiles.

"You're happy," I state looking at his wide smile.

"And happier daily. I made some ramen."

"Namsoon we just had dinner."

"Just a smidge. Come on, let's eat before it becomes soggy. You can read my new issue when it's published."

He leads the way out of the room. The ramen is in a small pot; he set on the table in his living room. The table is between two sofas. I plant my butt on one side, grab one of the two small bowls and chopping sticks and dish some ramen for myself. Namsoon sits opposite me and does the same. We silently gobble down the ramen for the next few minutes.

"That was good," Namsoon moans and leans his head back on the sofa.

I get up, grab my coat on the couch, and pull out Namsoon's manga.

"A little reading before bed," I show him the manga.

"While you read, I'll go take a shower. I'll leave some towels and pajamas for you in the bathroom, okay?"

"Hmm, hmm," I reply, already immersed in his manga.

"My bedroom is upstairs on..."

"... I'll find it," I tell him.

I watch him walk up the stairs, smile, and return to the book.

Go Namsoon, today was all yours, tonight is all mine.

                                          ― ☾ ―

I couldn't or rather didn't want to put the manga down. I read the entire book. Namsoon is an excellent storyteller. I jump up, stretch, and put the book back in my coat pocket. I look at my watch and thirty minutes have gone by.

I make my way up the stairs to the last room on the floor. I push open the door and Namsoon is on top of the bedcovers, on the right side. He has on an undershirt and pajama bottoms. He's reading and wearing glasses!

"When did you start wearing glasses," I ask in shock?

"A few years ago. They're reading glasses," he takes them off and closes the book he's reading. "The bathroom is through there. Let me know if there's anything you need."

"The glasses are cute."

"I just got this pair. You should've seen the other ones. They make me look like an owl;" he laughs.

I take off my shirt, pants, undershirt, and socks. I walk into the bathroom in my shorts. I find all that I need. I get in the shower, let the hot water ease my tension. Now I am the anxious one. Relax HeungSoo, I tell myself. Where's that bout of confidence you had before? I finally get out of the shower, dry up, and put on the new boxer shorts Namsoon left on top of the pajamas. No top tonight, dude.

I walk back into the bedroom, and Namsoon is lying stiff as a board on the bed. I lay on the bed, inwardly count to ten and then turn on my side to face Namsoon. Start slowly, HeungSoo.

"What's your plan for tomorrow?" I ask, hoping to start a conversation that'll ease both our anxieties.

"My editor and I are meeting Hwa Chul-Moo tomorrow at his house. The planned introduction, if you will. We both need to get to know each other before we launch our respective books. The last time I was at the company, my editor called him, and I spoke to him. He sounds nice and seemed eager to meet. It's almost like when I met Toriyama Yamada," he replies, facing me. Good, the anxiety is gone, and he's relaxed.

"That is still so unreal that you met Toriyama Yamada," I gasp.

"If I didn't love KangJoo so much I would've kicked her butt for not giving me heads up before we left the museum."

"You probably will still be there if she had told you."

"True. You also seem to enjoy working at Gidae Publishing. I believe someone is slowly adjusting to Korean long, hectic work life," he teases me.

"I'm keeping my working hours strictly nine to five, period. I want a work, life, balance. Working till ten or eleven and coming back to work by eight in the morning? Nah!"

"I'm curious, what's the project you mentioned that you're supervising that'll blow other publishing houses away?" He asks.

"This is a secret you understand."

"Of course," he nods.

"The owner of the company during my bid to buy into his company told me that his son a budding manga artist who writes draws and wants to publish his stories. He said and I quote 'my son's stories are wonderful, but the drawings are amateurish'. He said that some of his son's friends also are interested in publishing their stories. He wants to help his son, but he didn't know how."

"It sounds like me when I was starting. And not everyone can afford the training to be a decent manga artist. So, what was your solution?"

"How do you know I had the solution?"

"I know you HeungSoo. You break down a problem and steadily work out a solution; good or bad," he smirks.

"I told him we should open a segment of the company dedicated to young and upcoming writers. We will let our customers know that they are young and just starting. Their books will sell at a reduced price. Meanwhile, they will attend workshops, training classes with our established writers to help them perfect their craft. The proceeds from their books will go into a fund to help them further study with the best of the best like you did."

"That is incredible. I don't think that's ever been done before. You just might take Gidae Publishing to a level no other company had reached or even thought of," he says with the most dazzling smile I have ever seen on his face that I reach out with my left hand and run it gently down his face to his lips, tracing the smoothness along the way.

My eyes are fixed hungrily on his lips, watching my forefinger trace the ruby red luscious dessert I crave. I move closer, eyes still on his lips and I gently kiss him, asking for his permission and submission at the same time. I give him the opportunity to move away from my lips, away from my sensual intention. But he moves closer, opening his lips wider, my heart races with happiness and my tongue invade his mouth. My tongue greedily licks all around his mouth, touching every inch. He grabs my face, opens his mouth wider, and pulls me half across him. We duel some more, licking, kissing, and drinking each other in. I pull my face away from him, brush his hair away from his face and look him deep in his half-closed eyes.

"I'm going to kiss you again Go Namsoon. I want to lick and savor every part of you," I whisper.

"Kiss me," he replies.

I place him fully on his back, sit him up, and pull the undershirt of his body. I lay him back down and line my body on top of his. Our bodies fit perfectly. Our nips, chests rub against each other's, and our cocks harden and rub together. The pleasure of my naked body against Namsoon's makes my heart race and my breath rapid.

"HeungSoo, I want, I need to touch you, please?" Namsoon whispers.

"I'm yours, touch me anywhere."

He does the same thing I did to him and my body heats up in response. Was this how he felt? Hot and cold at the same time? I lean back, pulling him on top of me this time. He pulls my hands to the top of my head and crisscrosses them.

"No touching," he winks.

He runs his hands down my neck to my chest. His hair falls over his face as he traces his hands all over my chest.

"Your chest is more defined now. I like the ridge and ripples along your ribs, waist, and particularly here." He taps my breastbone. "One minute," he says, leans across me and opens the drawer beside the bed. He grabs some condoms and a bottle of lubricant. He places them on the table and winks at me.

He dips his head and licks my right nip. He sucks it deep in his hot mouth, while playfully tweaking the other one in between his fingers.

"Shit! Namsoon!" I jerk up in bed, my lower body meeting his halfway. He runs his hand down my chest to my stomach and inserts his finger in the top of my boxers.

I pull his hand away from my boxers, flip him on his back and I climb over him, on my knees on either side of him.

I'm no longer denying this need to consume him whole, to be with him. I've accepted the fact that Namsoon is mine, and I'm his. It's always been in the cards for us, we just didn't see or want to admit it. That ends now. I'm claiming ownership of him, mind, body, and soul and I'll give him all of me.

"Are you okay?" I whisper against his belly button.

"I'm fine, why?"

"Because you're shaking," I tell him.

"My body is on fire and I can't stop moving," he moans.

I pull his bottoms off and his dick springs up. I run my hands up his leg to the dip between his hip and pelvis. Namsoon is still shaking. I sit up against the headboard and pull him to sit on my lap; my chest to his back, his legs on either side of my hips, and I spread him wide open for my eyes and my touch.

"Lean back," I whisper against his ear. I settle his naked ass on my swollen, hard dick fighting that's straining to jump out of my boxers straight into his ass.

"Do something. I need a release," he begs.

"Sheesh, relax, and leave the night to me."

He moves his hand to his dick, but I remove it. His cock is long and lean. The ridges are visible from the base to his cock tip. Mouthwatering sight.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't touch your cock."

No, my dear Namsoon, I plan to do all the touching tonight. I raise his hands and wind them behind my neck.

"I need, I need..."

"... Today was all you, tonight is all me."

Namsoon's naked body is lean, tight, and open for my use. His head falls back in the crux of my neck and I run my hands up and down his torso, marking him as I go. I nuzzle his face and I feel tears on my cheek. Alarmed, I asked him if I hurt him.

"No, I'm just unbelievably happy," he whispers. "Show me."

"Show you what?" I ask.

"Heaven. Show me heaven," he says.

I widen his legs more and run the back of my hands against his dick. His dick stands up straight at my touch, and I gently grab it from the base. I massage his cock from base to the top, flicking off the droplet of cum on his cockslit. I pump the center of my palm against the head of his dick in quick succession.

"Damn, that feels good." Namsoon rolls all over me, digging his ass on my cock.

I grab a condom from his bedstand, tear it, and roll it slowly down on his cock. Once fitted, I squeeze his dick, roll his balls gently in my other hand. I have him exactly where I want him, open to my gaze and touch. My hand pumps his cock slowly from tip to base and back again. My breath comes out fast, warming his face. He gyrates his ass on my dick, and I thrust my dick up his ass in response. We continue that motion and I move my hand in an up-and-down motion and rolling his balls in my other hand.

I don't know if it's the newness or because it's the first time we're touching each other intimately, but the sensation was too much that my dick hardens to shoot.

"HeungSoo, I'm going to, going to..."

"Me too, baby, me too. Come for me, come."

I thrust my cock faster into his crack. I pump his dick faster and faster, pulling on his balls. He turns his face into mine, his hands squeezing tighter behind my neck and nips my cheek. I stroke him faster; he thrust harder in my hand; I hump deeper in his ass; I turn and kiss him harder.

"Holy shit!!! I yell, drenching my boxer with lots of hot, sticky cum.

Namsoon yanks his mouth, screams, and comes. His cock stiffens in my hand, and cum shoots into the condom. He flops back on me, pushing me harder against the bedframe. As our breathing normalizes, I slide down the bed taking him with me.

"You're wet," he says.

"So are you. We need to take a shower. Join me?"

"Hmm..."

"... Don't worry. That's it for tonight." I turn to face him. "We're both new to this so we will take things nice and slow till we get to the point when we..."

"... fuck?"

"Sure. Taking a shower together is another way to get comfortable touching and loving each other. I'm going to take a shower. You can join me or not, no worries."

I roll off the bed, take off the boxers, and walk naked to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and raise my head to the hot steaming liquid hitting my body. A few minutes later, the shower door opens, and Namsoon joins me. I turn and smile at him. He walks to me and hugs me.

Like I said, slow and steady.