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

Epilogue: Bliss

Han looked up at him -- porcelain pale skin glowing, long aquiline nose sharp, dark hair falling into his intense gaze, his powerful frame wide open and hungry beneath him.

JL -- lithe, golden skin flushed, elfin jawline sharp, black hair messy, full lips parted, wide dark eyes heavy with want -- looked like something out of a dream.

Their remaining clothes vanished in a hungry tangle of hands, and JL's breath caught when he looked down.

His mouth parted in awe, chest heaving.
"Oh my god... Han."

Han chuckled lowly, gripping JL's waist with one hand. He bent the other arm behind his head, like he was ready to enjoy the show.
"What's that look for, baby? You've seen it before."

JL swallowed hard, instinctively tightening his thighs around Han's hips. Han was... a lot.

"That body of yours isn't the weak one from months ago," Han murmured.

His hands slid up JL's powerful thighs, stroking the muscle with pure pride, letting them glide up into the deep V between his hips.

"No sir, this body --" and Han ran his hand up JL's six-pack, "-- this body can definitely handle me."

JL moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

"You were made for me."

JL's hands dug into Han's shoulders, grinding against him.

"I want you, baby. I want you right now," JL whispered, his voice shaking with need. "I want to feel all of you."

Han's grin deepened -- dark, hungry, but utterly adoring.

"Come here, baby," he rasped.

In one swift motion, Han shifted beneath him, gripping JL's waist and guiding him off his lap. His hands slid lower, strong and sure, until he flipped JL gently onto his stomach, pulling him up onto his knees against the couch cushions.

JL let out a breathless moan at the shift -- fully exposed now, trembling with anticipation as Han moved behind him.

Han ran his hands up JL's back, over his shoulders, his voice low and possessive.
"Look at you," he murmured, completely undone. "So perfect."

Han slid into him in one devastating stroke, burying himself to the hilt -- sinking impossibly deep, until JL's breath hitched and his whole body arched beneath him.

For a moment, neither of them could speak -- only sharp, broken gasps filling the room as their bodies locked together.

Then the pace built -- hungry, sharp, desperate. Bodies slick with sweat, breaths tangled in broken moans, the couch rocking beneath them as passion spiraled out of control.

JL's voice broke again and again:
"Oh god -- yes -- oh god -- Han -- babe -- don't stop -- please --"

Han growled, gripping JL's hips tightly, driving deeper, harder, completely lost in him.

"You're mine," he rasped into JL's ear. "All mine."

He thrust in deep -- sliding out -- driving back in again -- faster now, his rhythm quickening as their bodies moved in sync, desperate for more.

"This -- mine --" he gasped between each snap of his hips, his voice breaking with the sheer force of how good JL felt wrapped around him.

JL sobbed with pleasure, his head falling forward, breath hitching with every movement:
"Oh god -- yes -- Han -- yes --"

Han's breath came ragged now, his voice breaking as he lost control:
"God -- so tight -- fuck -- you feel insane -- Christ, JL -- baby -- I can't --"

Their breathing fractured into helpless cries, voices breaking as they finally shattered together -- their bodies locking, gasps and sobs spilling from them in sharp, raw waves as they came hard, fully undone in each other's arms.

They lay tangled on the couch, chests heaving, hearts racing in sync. JL let out a lazy, blissful hum, curling into Han's chest, still glowing.

"You know," JL murmured breathlessly, "if I'd had any idea what you were thinking in that kitchen a year ago... I might have just thrown myself at you."

Han chuckled, voice low, eyes gleaming again. "The team would've gone hungry, because I would've taken you right there. On that counter."

JL laughed softly, eyes darkening as arousal sparked again. He reached up, pulling Han closer by the jaw.

"I know a better place than the counter, my Hani." His voice turned low with promise as he let his gaze rake over all of Park Han's nakedness, desire rising. "And I'm ready to go again."

Han's grin was slow, dangerous, his eyes locked on JL as he let himself be led. Both of them already burning again, as they disappeared into the bedroom.

They were perfect together. And they were perfectly home.