Running to You | Park Han + JL + Steven | Haneulz + Stejay AU

Epilogue: Bliss

"God... this reminds me..." JL managed between uneven breaths.
"...of that time. The dorm kitchen. When I made aglio e olio and shrimp for the team..."

Han smiled against JL's jaw.
"Oh yeah? I remember. You were mangling those shrimp."

His hand slid beneath JL's shirt, fingertips tracing over his abs, spreading possessively as JL exhaled sharply.
"I had to come rescue you."

JL laughed breathlessly, pretending to keep stirring even as Han's touch was already dismantling him.
"Excuse me -- I wasn't mangling the -- oh, Han..."

Han bit gently at his earlobe, drawing another shiver from him.

"I wanted to do this to you back then, too," Han whispered darkly. "Thought about it all night. May have had to... do something about it to fall asleep."

JL's breath caught, arousal surging through him.

"You absolute liar," he gasped. "You were so cold. Aloof. And I never knew what you were thinking. I basically had an unrequited crush on you for months."

Han grinned lazily, and with one smooth motion, turned JL around to face him. He hoisted him up and set him down onto the kitchen counter, sliding between his legs and pulling him in.

Their bodies pressed flush, heat growing fast.

"Well," Han murmured, voice rough, "when we fell down the ravine... I was thinking I wanted to do this."

He grazed JL's lower lip, softly, with his teeth. JL made a soft whimpering sound.

"When we sat by the fire... I wanted to do this." He kissed him deeply, his tongue sliding in, stealing JL's breath.

JL moaned helplessly into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut.

"And when you came out of the shower that night, naked, asking me for a towel..." Han growled softly. "God, you were beautiful. Pretty. My pretty, sexy, gorgeous JL."

JL's eyes went dark, his breath shallow, his whole body reacting as Han continued kissing, gripping, and worshiping him.

"Han..." JL whispered, his voice barely there.

Han kissed his ear again, growling softly:
"You've got no idea what you do to me, baby."

JL was trembling now, fully undone.

But this time, JL's hands moved first. One slid boldly down Han's chest, tracing lower, until his palm cupped the thick heat straining beneath Han's sweatpants.

"I think," JL whispered, stroking him slowly through the fabric, "I have an idea what I do to you."

Han let out a low, shaky breath, his hips instinctively pushing into JL's hand.

JL leaned closer, his voice dropping into something darker, more dangerous, hot breath brushing Han's ear as his hand continued its slow, deliberate strokes.

"I fucking swear to god, Park Han -- if you don't make love to me right now, I will take you myself."

Han groaned, utterly wrecked by JL's voice, his touch, his complete confidence.

"You're going to kill me," Han whispered, breath hitching.

JL's lips brushed against his jaw, his thumb pressing deeper as he stroked. "Stop making me wait."

Han's restraint snapped completely.

Still kissing him, Han lifted JL off the counter, carried him toward the couch, and lowered himself down first, sprawling back into the cushions with JL straddling him -- perched, flushed, wild-eyed.