Page 71 of Teach Me K-Pop

He wraps himself around me completely, ankles crossed behind me, fingers intertwined at my neck. “Stay still please,” he whispers in my ear. “Let me feel all of you.”

From the time we started talking he has always been catching me off guard, so I shouldn’t be surprised that this is no different. Theoretically I have more experience, but he’s guiding everything that I do because he knows what he wants from me. He can have it all—he’s got my heart, my body, and I’d give him anything else he asked for.

I look up, keeping my gaze on him as I experimentally rock back a little and then forward again. His eyes pop open, his expression startled, but not at all displeased. Pulling out further this time, I slowly thrust a few times at a lazy pace, fighting the urge to go faster, plunge myself into him as I chase this simmering release.

His jaw drops as I start to set a cadence that’s good for him and gives me a chance of lasting longer than a couple of minutes. “Yes. Like that,” he encourages, his words tumbling into a drawn out moan.

As good as I thought this would be, I’m still wrong. His body is perfect—I’d swear he was made just for me to have him like this. Seeing his face contorted in pleasure is some kind of revelation; I would have never believed he could be more beautiful than he always had been, until I saw him like this.

“Jase, Ja-se,” Nikko sighs, his arms dropping beside him to grip the sheets. His neck and back arch with the next snap of my hips and it makes my heart skip a beat, to watch him let go, to be able to be the one to make him feel good.

I reach for his wrists, taking a chance by wrapping my hands around them loosely, pinning him to the mattress. He rewards me with a whimpered, “Fuck yes,” as he clenches around me, nearly stopping me from thrusting. We will absolutely be exploring that more later, but I cannot think about it now or this will be over immediately. I lean down to kiss him, almost sloppy as we raggedly breathe each other’s air.

Nikko lets me keep hold of his wrists as he starts to move with me, his thighs flexing against me to meet me as I surge forward. “Feels so good. You feel so good,” he murmurs. “Want you like this always.”

“Always, naekkeo,” I say, though I almost want to tell him to stop—that his words are too much right now, with him all over and around me, my cock deep inside him. I’m close and I know he is too as he tugs one hand out of my grip to slip between us and stroke himself. Releasing his other wrist, I shift a little to raise up, changing the angle and allowing me to grip his hips as I speed up.

He cries out in a mangled mix of Korean and English that I don’t have nearly enough brain power to try to decode. But it was obviously positive because I can feel it as much as I see it—the moment it all becomes too much for him and he starts to unravel, coming with a broken moan and splattering streaks of white all the way up to his nipples. “Ah!Ja-ah!J-Jase.”

I give a few more thrusts, more reckless than I have been, then I start to pull out, ready to jerk myself and add to the pearly mess on his stomach. Nikko’s legs, slack from his orgasm, tighten around me again when he feels me begin to withdraw.

“No! Inside. Stay inside,” he pleads, his eyes locked on mine. “Come inside. Come for me.”

The sound that leaves my mouth in response to his demand is something I’ve never heard before. It hits me so hard and so fast, I think I might black out for a second as I fill him up, and he moans softly, sounding content that he completely took me apart with a simple request.

I all but collapse on him, trying to catch my breath, as he wraps himself around me again. He begins to slip his fingers through my hair, and while I would normally jump up to grab a towel and clean us up, I couldn’t care less right now. I know I need to pull out before he gets uncomfortable, but if he wants to hold me, I’m staying right here until he tells me otherwise.

“Jase?” Nikko’s hands slide down over my back, the light touch of his fingertips giving me goosebumps.

I tilt my head just enough to see him - a little sweaty, a lot gorgeous. “Yeah? You good?”

He nods, smiling. “Better than I have ever been.”

Fuck, he makes me happy.

“Yeah, me, too.” I kiss where I can reach—at the hinge of his jaw. “I didn’t know what I’d do if you didn’t agree to talk to me. I couldn’t imagine having to try to let you go.”

Nikko’s palm presses against the small of my back, like a reassurance he’s still here, he’s with me. “I would not have let you go. Even if that would have been the last time we spoke, I do not think it would have ever really been over for me. You have too much of my heart.”

I raise up to look at him, because I have to see him and I have to say it again right now. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he tells me, eyes sparkling like he enjoys saying it. “Thank you for taking a chance. For coming back to me.”

“I needed to fight for you. For us. I’ll always come back,” I swear. “Whatever it takes, we’re going to figure it out.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

JASE

Someone is watching me.

Shifting on the mattress, I turn to see Nikko, smiling sweetly as he gazes at me. His eyes are bright, his bedhead wild. I love it. I love him. “Hey, beautiful.”

He blushes and snuggles closer to me if at all possible. “This is my new favorite morning.”

I press a kiss to his temple, trying to resist the urge to ask him to promise me it will stay his favorite—a tiny part of me is afraid that as hours pass, something will change, and I won’t see it coming again. He looks happy now, though, and I don’t want to drag the mood down. “How do you feel today?”

“Good. I am a little sore, but…” There’s a hint of blush on his cheeks. “I like it,” he adds in a whisper.

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