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Intak loved dancing more than anything in his life – except for Keeho, his boyfriend – but sometimes it was just too much. After hours of intense practice, his body was drained, and his spirit was close to breaking. As he looked into the mirror, the sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyes searched for a spark of passion that seemed to have vanished somewhere between the endless songs and the harsh critiques of his mind. He sighed heavily, his chest rising and falling with the effort of catching his breath.
It was already past studying hours, he was alone in the studio. His legs felt like lead and his feet had turned into blocks of wood, but he had to keep going. He had a competition coming up, and the routine was demanding. Intak took a deep breath, willing his exhausted muscles to move one more time. It hurt, but he knew he had to push through. He had to be perfect.
With a final burst of energy, Intak jumped up and gave it his all, spinning and leaping across the floor. But as he went for the final, gravity-defying move, his strength abandoned him. His legs buckled, and he crumpled to the ground, landing hard on his knees. The air was knocked out of him, and he lay there, sprawled awkwardly on the cold, hard floor. The only sound in the room was his heavy, ragged breathing, echoing against the walls.
For a moment, he just stayed there, the sweat cooling on his skin, the pain slowly seeping through his bones. God, he was a failure. That's what his mind whispered to him as he laid on the floor of the empty dance studio. The music that once fueled him now seemed like a taunt, playing over and over again in his head, reminding him of the steps he couldn't quite get right. Intak felt the weight of his own expectations crushing down on him, as heavy as the silence that filled the room.
He stared up at the ceiling, the fluorescent lights flickering like a strobe, creating an eerie dance of shadows across the floor. He knew he wasn't useless, he knew he was good – great even – but the fear of not being good enough was like a monster lurking in the corners of his mind, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of weakness. His thoughts spiraled into a tornado of doubt and self-loathing, twisting and turning until he couldn't tell up from down anymore. He was just a mess, a good-for-nothing dancer who would probably trip over his own feet during the competition.
The echo of his fall seemed to resonate through the room, mocking him with each painful breath. He'd studied so hard, practiced so much, but it never felt like enough. And now, with the event looming over him like a storm cloud, Intak couldn't help but feel like he was going to be struck by lightning at any moment. What if he let everyone down? His teachers, his friends, but most importantly, Keeho.
Keeho, who was always there for him, believing in him even when he didn't believe in himself. The thought of disappointing him was almost too much to bear. Intak clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He had to get up, had to keep going.
But his body felt like it was made of jelly, quivering with the effort of not giving in to the despair that was slowly creeping in. He closed his eyes, willing the tears to stay at bay. He couldn't do this. He couldn't be the one who didn't make it, the one who didn't live up to his potential. He had to get up, had to keep fighting.
But his legs felt like they were made of lead, refusing to obey his commands. His chest was tight, his heart hammering in his ribcage like a wild animal trying to break free. He knew he couldn't just lay there forever, but for now, all he could do was breathe. Inhale the doubt, exhale the fear. Inhale the pain, exhale the frustration. He'd get up. He'd try again. But first, he just needed a moment to convince himself that he wasn't as terrible as his thoughts were telling him.
But it never worked when he did it by himself. He couldn't convince himself on his own that he was good enough. That was when he missed Keeho the most, when the doubt was at its peak and his self-esteem was at its lowest. Keeho had this way about him, a way to make Intak feel like the best dancer in the world, even when he couldn't do a simple toe-touch. The warmth of his voice, the gentle squeeze of his hand, the way he'd look at him with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right into his soul – that was what he needed.
Intak managed to sit up, his knees still stinging from the fall. He leaned his elbows on his knees and rested his head in his palms. He closed his eyes and pictured Keeho, sitting on the couch in their cozy flat, probably reading a book and working on his thesis. He could almost smell the faint scent of Keeho's cologne, a scent that was as comforting as a warm blanket on a cold night. He needed that comfort now, needed the reassurance that only Keeho could give.
He reached for his phone, his trembling hands fumbling to type out a text. "Hyung, I'm on my way home." He hoped Keeho was already home, probably working on his assignments.
The bus ride seemed to stretch on forever, each bump in the road sending a jolt of pain through his bruised knees. The lights outside flickered by in a blur, as Intak leaned his head against the cool window, trying to keep his emotions in check. The other passengers probably thought he was just tired, but inside, he felt like he was drowning.
When he finally stumbled off the bus, the cold night air slapped him in the face, a stark reminder of the reality he faced. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the short walk to their flat. His legs protested with every step, but he pushed through the pain, willing himself to move forward. As he approached their building, the lights from the streetlamps cast long, dramatic shadows across the pavement, as if the world itself was setting the stage for his impending breakdown.
Intak slowly climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a mountain he had to conquer. By the time he reached their door, he felt like crying. He fumbled with the keys, his hands shaking so much that it took three tries to get the door open. He didn't bother to wipe his sweaty palms, just tossed his dance bag to the floor with a thud and shrugged out of his sweat-soaked jacket. It hit the floor with a wet slap, joining his bag in a pile of defeat.
He didn't bother to place his shoes nicely, he just shuffled into the flat, his eyes scanning the room for Keeho. And there he was, in the living room, the light from the computer screen casting a soft glow on his sharp features. Keeho's eyes shot up, sensing the change in the air. He looked at Intak, concern etching lines on his forehead. Intak didn't say a word, just stumbled over to him, his legs barely supporting his weight.
"Babe–"
Intak's couldn't even manage to stand upright, so he just stumbled over to the couch where Keeho sat, his eyes never leaving Keeho's face. Without a word, he fell onto Keeho's lap, his legs giving out from under him. The force of his fall made the couch cushions sink, and Keeho's papers tumbled to the floor, forgotten.
Keeho looked at him, alarmed by the desperation in Intak's eyes.
"Intak, what happened?"
He wrapped his arms around him, feeling the tremors racking the dancer's body. Intak's head buried into the crook of his neck, and he could feel the wetness of Intak's tears soaking into his shirt. The smell of sweat and defeat clung to him like a second skin.
Intak was a mess, his body shaking and his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. He was trying to hold onto Keeho like a lifeline, his hands clutching at his shirt as if he was afraid of being let go. His legs twitched restlessly, and Keeho felt the sticky wetness of Intak's palms against his chest. It was as if Intak was trying to crawl into his skin, to hide from the world that was so cruel to him.
Keeho's heart broke at the sight. He knew Intak was under a lot of pressure with the upcoming competition, but he had never seen him like this before. So fragile, so defeated. He stroked Intak's hair, whispering soothing words in his ear, trying to calm the storm that raged within the younger man.
"It's okay, babe. It's okay. You're okay." His voice was soft, a gentle melody that Intak clung to like a lullaby.
The tremors in Intak's body began to slow, his breathing evening out as Keeho's warm embrace enveloped him. The world outside the cocoon of Keeho's arms didn't matter anymore. It was just the two of them, the only safe haven he knew. He didn't have to be the perfect dancer, the perfect boyfriend, or the perfect anything. He could just be himself, a mess of emotions and sweat, and Keeho would still love him.
Intak took a deep, shuddering breath, feeling the last of his tears dry on his cheeks. He didn't say anything, just nestled closer to Keeho, his body molding to the contours of his chest. The warmth seeped into him, chasing away the cold grip of doubt. For a moment, he just focused on breathing, letting Keeho's heartbeat become his rhythm. He was safe here, safe from the expectations and the fear that had been consuming him.
Slowly, the weight on Intak's chest began to lift, and he could feel his muscles unclench. The pain in his knees was still there, a dull throb that served as a constant reminder of his fall, but it was easier to bear with Keeho's strong arms around him. He took another breath, inhaling the scent of home and love, and exhaled the fear. He'd get up tomorrow, he'd practice again, and maybe, just maybe, he'd get that move right. But for now, all he needed was this moment, this embrace, this reminder that he wasn't alone.
He needed... Needed to stop feeling. Stop caring and having to think. Yes, he didn't want to think anymore, it was too exhausting. Why did he even have a brain if it was making him so damn depressed? His eyes searched for Keeho's and the second he made eye contact, he knew what he needed.
Intak leaned in, his breath hot and ragged on Keeho's neck. He started kissing him, starting from the base of his neck and moving up to his jawline. The stubble there was rough against his soft lips, but it felt good, grounding. He didn't ask, didn't bother with sweet nothings. He just needed Keeho, needed to feel something other than the crushing weight of his own thoughts.
Keeho was taken aback by the sudden desperation in Intak's usually gentle demeanor. He looked surprised, his eyes wide and searching as if looking for the usual spark of joy in Intak's eyes. But Intak was too far gone for that, too tired to even bother with pretenses. All he could do was kiss him harder, his teeth sometimes grazing against Keeho's skin in his desperation.
"Babe, talk to me. What's going on? Did something happen at practice?"Keeho's voice was filled with concern as he felt the urgency in Intak's kisses. He knew something was off, something deeper than just the usual post-practice exhaustion.
Intak didn't respond with words. Instead, his hands began to wander, pulling at the hem of Keeho's shirt, trying to get closer, to touch more of him. His fingers danced across Keeho's stomach, feeling the firmness of his abs, the warmth of his skin. He needed to feel alive, to feel something other than the pain in his knees and the pain in his heart.
Keeho hesitated, his eyes searching Intak's, trying to gauge if this was what he really wanted. Intak didn't give him a chance to speak, instead pulling at his shirt, urging him to strip it off. The fabric came away easily, and Keeho was left in just his sweatpants, his chest heaving with the sudden intake of breath. Intak's eyes roamed over him, hunger mixing with neediness.
With a sigh, Keeho knew that sometimes, the best thing you could do was give someone what they needed, even if you weren't entirely sure it was the right thing.
"Do you want it, babe? Really? Tell me, Takkie. Tell me you want it." Keeho whispered into his ear, his voice low and soothing despite the tension that thrummed through their bodies. Intak nodded, his eyes fluttering shut, his mouth parting slightly as he let out a soft moan.
With a gentle yet firm touch, Keeho laid him down on the couch, his body sinking into the soft cushions. Intak's legs were still shaking slightly, but he didn't protest, his trust in Keeho absolute. He knew that Keeho would take care of him, that he would make everything okay again.
Keeho leaned over him, his lips brushing against Intak's in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. He tasted the salt of Intak's sweat and tears, and his heart ached at the thought of his boyfriend feeling this way. He kissed him deeply, his tongue sliding against Intak's, as if trying to coax out all the pain and doubt. He could feel Intak's body relaxing into the kiss, melting into him like warm wax.
Intak's hands reached for Keeho's neck, pulling him closer. He kept his mouth open, letting his boyfriend move his tongue inside, not bothering to participate in the kiss. Honestly, he was too tired to even return the affection, his body just receiving the comfort without giving back. Keeho didn't seem to care as he kissed Intak deeply, sloppily even, as if he could taste the weariness on his lips.
Keeho's hands moved to Intak's face, cupping his cheeks as he deepened the kiss. He could feel the dancer's pulse racing under his fingertips, a silent plea for more, for something to fill the void that practice had left behind. And so, he kissed him harder, his teeth occasionally nibbling on Intak's lower lip, his tongue exploring every crevice of his mouth. It was raw, it was intense, but it was also incredibly gentle, a silent promise to always be there, to always pick up the pieces when Intak couldn't do it himself.
Intak's eyes remained shut, his body going limp under Keeho's touch. He just laid there, letting Keeho do all the work, his own hands now resting on the couch cushions. It was as if he was too tired to even lift them, his entire being focused on the feeling of Keeho's mouth on his, the feeling of being cherished. He didn't know how long they stayed like that, kissing and caressing, but it was enough to make the world outside fade away, to make the pain in his knees feel a little less sharp.
Keeho felt the tension in Intak's body slowly dissipate, his kisses becoming less desperate and more content. He pulled away slightly, his eyes searching Intak's for any sign of resistance. But all he saw was a dazed, flushed face of his boyfriend, his mouth wide open and wet from their little make-out session.
With a soft smile, Keeho gently tugged at the damp t-shirt that clung to Intak's body. Intak lifted his arms without a word, allowing Keeho to peel the fabric away. The cool air kissed his sticky skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but with Keeho, he didn't have to hide. The light from the computer screen cast a warm glow on his bare torso, highlighting the curves and valleys of his muscles.
Keeho's kisses traveled from Intak's mouth to his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Intak let out a soft whine, arching his back slightly. He could feel the warmth of Keeho's breath against his neck, the gentle scrape of his stubble. It was heavenly, the perfect distraction from the turmoil in his mind. He didn't have to think, didn't have to be anything other than what he was in this moment – loved.
Keeho's mouth moved lower, kissing the tops of Intak's collarbones, the hollow of his throat. Intak's eyes rolled back in his head, a quiet moan escaping his lips. He felt Keeho's hands on his chest, then tracing the lines of his abs before moving lower, teasing the waistband of his shorts. The fabric was soaked with sweat and sticky from his practice session, but Keeho didn't seem to care as his fingertips danced along the elastic.
Intak's breath hitched when Keeho's teeth found his nipples, biting down gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive peaks. He could feel his body responding despite his exhaustion, his nipples hardening under the onslaught of sensation. Keeho took his time, alternating between his left and right, leaving a trail of reddened skin in his wake. Intak's whimpers grew louder, his chest heaving with the effort to keep his breath steady. He could feel the blood rushing to the surface, his skin hot and alive under Keeho's mouth.
The pain was exquisite, a sharp contrast to the gentle strokes of his hair. Keeho's hands roamed his body, leaving no inch untouched. His fingers traced the lines of his ribs, the muscles in his stomach contracting with each breath he took. Intak's own hands had found their way to Keeho's shoulders, his nails digging in slightly as Keeho's mouth moved lower. He felt the scrape of teeth and the pull of suction, leaving behind a dark bruise that would surely be visible tomorrow. But right now, all he cared about was the feeling of being cared for.
Keeho's hands slid down to the hem of his shorts again, his thumbs hooking under the fabric. Intak's body jerked slightly at the touch, his hips lifting involuntarily. He was already hard, his cock straining against the fabric. Keeho took his time, his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin of his stomach, leaving behind a pattern of red marks that would no doubt turn into bruises. Each touch was a spark, igniting a fire in Intak's veins that chased away the coldness of doubt.
Intak's legs fell open, his body begging for more. Keeho's kisses grew more insistent, his teeth leaving their mark as he moved downward. He kissed along the line of Intak's hip bone, his tongue darting out to taste the salt of his sweat. Intak's breath grew ragged, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the warmth of Keeho's mouth move closer to his erection.
And then it was there, the softness of Keeho's lips pressing against his cock, the gentle suction that made him gasp. Keeho took him in, inch by inch, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Intak's hands flew to Keeho's hair, his hips bucking upward reflexively. It felt so good, so right, like all the tension in the world had been distilled into this one, perfect point of contact.
Keeho's mouth moved in a slow, steady rhythm, his hands caressing Intak's thighs. Intak could feel the tightness in his balls, the pressure building with every flick of Keeho's tongue. He didn't even realize he was moaning, his body responding instinctively to the pleasure. The pain in his knees was forgotten, replaced by the fire that was spreading through his veins.
Keeho didn't try to stop him, just letting Intak fuck up into his mouth, his throat taking him in deep. It was raw and desperate, and Keeho knew that this was what Intak needed. He didn't need gentle caresses or sweet whispers; he needed to feel accepted. And if that meant Keeho's throat was sore tomorrow, then so be it.
Intak's moans grew louder, his hips moving erratically as he fucked Keeho's face. He could feel the tension in his body coil tighter and tighter, his orgasm approaching like a freight train. And when it hit, he came hard, his body arching off the couch as he filled Keeho's mouth with his release.
But even as he came down from the high, Intak's desperation didn't ease. He pulled Keeho up, kissing him and getting to taste his own cum on Keeho's lips. He didn't care, didn't think about how sloppy it was. All he knew was that he needed more, needed to keep feeling alive. His hands fumbled with Keeho's sweatpants, and he was surprised by the strength he had left in him.
Keeho watched him with a mix of concern and desire. "Intak, what's wrong?"
Intak couldn't explain it, the words were stuck in his throat like a lump of unshed tears. All he could do was nod, his eyes pleading. He needed Keeho inside of him, to fill him up, to make him forget.
Keeho sighed, his own cock hard against his sweatpants. He knew that sometimes, love meant giving your all even when you didn't know why. He pulled his pants down, his erection bobbing in the air. He didn't bother to remove them fully, just enough to get to his cock. Intak watched him, his eyes glazed over with need.
"Babe, I need to prep you. Can you let me go, Takkie? Hyung has to get lube." Keeho's voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment.
Intak reluctantly nodded, his eyes not leaving Keeho's as he reluctantly released his grip. Keeho slid off the couch and padded over to the bedroom, his cock bobbing with each step. Intak watched him go, feeling the cold air on his wet skin and the stickiness between his legs. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, his body craving the feeling of being filled, of not having to think about anything but the pleasure that Keeho could give him.
Keeho returned with a bottle of lube in hand, he set it on the coffee table and knelt back down between Intak's legs. His hands were warm as they returned to Intak's thighs, his touch a promise of what was to come. Intak leaned back into the couch cushions, his eyes never leaving Keeho's face as he felt the first slick digit press against his entrance.
The initial pressure was uncomfortable, but Keeho was patient, his thumb circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing in gently. Intak gasped, his body tensing before slowly relaxing. Keeho's eyes never left his, reading his every reaction like an open book. He added another finger, stretching him open, making him feel so full. So loved.
Intak's moans grew louder as Keeho worked his fingers in and out of him, his eyes never leaving his boyfriend's face. He could see the concern in Keeho's eyes, the love that made him want to take away all of Intak's pain. And for a moment, he did. The world outside their flat didn't exist anymore, it was just the two of them and the slow, steady rhythm of Keeho's fingers inside of him.
Keeho leaned down and kissed him again, his tongue slipping past his lips as his fingers worked their magic. Intak's legs fell open even further, giving Keeho all the access he needed. The sound of their kisses filled the air, mingling with the slick sound of Keeho's hand moving between his legs.
When Intak was sufficiently stretched and relaxed, Keeho pulled a bit away.
"Takkie... How do you want it? Wanna stay on your back? Tell me, baby." Keeho whispered, his breath warm against Intak's skin.
Intak's eyes searched Keeho's, desperation swimming in them. "No... Wanna lie on top of hyung..."
His voice was a needy whine, a plea for the comfort and Keeho had no other choice than to comply. He lay down on his back, his cock standing tall and proud. Intak carefully maneuvered himself, straddling Keeho's hips. The couch cushions shifted and creaked under their combined weight, but the sound was lost in the symphony of their ragged breaths.
Keeho's hands moved to guide Intak onto his cock, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Intak's expression. The dancer's eyes were closed, his face a picture of concentration as he sank down, inch by delicious inch, taking Keeho's length inside him. Keeho hissed through his teeth, feeling the tight heat envelop him. Intak's body was a perfect fit, made for this, made for him.
Once Intak was fully seated, he didn't move. He just lied down on top of Keeho, hugged his neck and mumbled incoherently.
"Move, hyung... Fuck me... Please?"
He already sounded ravished, his voice hoarse from the earlier crying and the desperation that was still clinging to him.
Keeho took over, his hands on Intak's hips, guiding him gently as he started to thrust upward, filling Intak's hole with his dick. The friction was heavenly, the tight heat of Intak's body enveloping him completely. Keeho's eyes fell closed as he felt the familiar, perfect fit, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Intak's body was trembling slightly, his eyes screwed shut as he took Keeho's length. It was clear he wasn't used to being so passive, so needy, but tonight he was content to let Keeho take control.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by Intak's moans that grew louder with each thrust. His nails dug into Keeho's shoulders, leaving little half-moons of red, but Keeho didn't flinch. Instead, he pushed harder, faster, his body demanding more. Intak's breath was coming in ragged gasps, his tucked into his boyfriend's neck as he took Keeho's cock. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure through him. Oh, how he missed this!
Intak could feel how with each thrust he lost his ability to think, his mind felt foggy and all clammy. He didn't move, didn't help Keeho in any way. He was just lying there, letting his body be used, letting Keeho fuck into his tight hole. It was like his body was on autopilot, receiving pleasure without any effort on his part. It was a strange sensation, one that made him feel both powerful and powerless at the same time.
Keeho's hips moved under him, the force of his thrusts causing the couch to squeak in protest. Intak's panting grew louder, turning into whimpers as Keeho's cock hit his prostate. It was as if every nerve ending in his body was singing, alive with sensation. His legs were shaking, his toes curling into the couch cushions as he took all of Keeho. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming that it was almost painful, but not quite. It was a delicious, sweet agony that he never wanted to end.
And then Keeho felt it, something wet on his neck. He realized it was Intak's drool, pooling onto his skin and trickling down to his chest. Keeho's heart swelled with love and pity. Oh, his baby was so overwhelmed with sensation that he couldn't even hold his mouth shut. It was cute, in a way that only made him want to take care of Intak even more. He leaned up, his arms wrapping around Intak's back to hold him closer, his kisses peppering the dancer's forehead as he whispered sweet nothings in his ear.
Intak's whimpers grew louder, his body moving slightly with each thrust. He was so sensitive, so open and raw. Keeho could feel the tension building in him, the way his muscles tightened around his cock.
"Do you like it, baby? Is hyung doing good?"
Intak couldn't answer, he barely managed to nod his head. He nuzzled deeper into his boyfriend's neck, his breathing ragged and his body trembling with each thrust. Keeho's cock was a force inside of him, a steady beat that echoed through his entire being. All he could do was whine and drool, his mind a haze of pleasure and need. Keeho kissed his forehead, his voice a gentle murmur.
"That's my good boy, Takkie. Just let hyung take care of you. You don't have to do anything."
His hands moved to Intak's asscheeks, grabbing them firmly as he started to pound into him harder. Intak's moans grew incoherent, his body jolting with each impact. His eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
"Shhh, puppy... It's okay, it's okay... Hyung's got you." Keeho's voice was a soothing balm to Intak's frazzled nerves. He felt Keeho's hand come up to stroke his wet hair, the gentle touch grounding him in the reality of the moment. "Good boy. That's it. Just let it all go."
Intak could only nod, his eyes still squeezed shut, his body laying a dead weight on top of Keeho's, as if he couldn't even find the energy to lift his head. Each time Keeho's cock slammed into him, it sent shockwaves through his body, making him convulse with pleasure. He had never felt so...used before. So taken care of. So meaningful.
Keeho's hips moved in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of Intak with ease now. He whispered sweet nothings into his ear, calling him all sorts of pet names that Intak had never thought would make him feel so safe, so cherished.
"Good boy, Intakie. You're taking it so well for hyung."
Intak's whimpers grew louder, his body moving slightly with the force of Keeho's thrusts. His cock was trapped between their bodies, smearing pre-cum onto Keeho's stomach. Keeho noticed and chuckled, his hand moving down to wrap around it.
"You're so hard, baby. Does it feel good?"
Intak's only response was a guttural moan, his body tightening around Keeho's cock. He didn't know what to say, didn't know how to express what he was feeling. It was as if all his thoughts had been reduced to this one, singular need for more, for Keeho to never stop.
Keeho's hand began to stroke him in time with his thrusts, his thumb playing with the sensitive slit at the tip. Intak's body responded immediately, his cock pulsing in his hand.
"There you go, my sweet, needy baby. Just let it all out." Keeho's voice was like a melody, guiding him through the haze of pleasure that was quickly turning into something else, something more intense. "Come for hyung, baby."
Intak's eyes shot open, his breath catching in his throat. He had never felt so exposed, so raw, so vulnerable. But Keeho's eyes were filled with nothing but love, and it gave him the strength to do as he was told. His body tensed, his muscles tightening around Keeho's cock as he came, spurting hot cum between their bodies.
Keeho watched him, his own eyes dark with desire. He could feel his own orgasm approaching, his cock swelling even more inside of Intak's tight heat. He leaned up, capturing his mouth in a deep, wet kiss as he sped up his thrusts. Intak's body was trembling on top of him, his muscles clenching around Keeho.
And then it was too much. With a groan, Keeho came, his cock pulsing deep inside of Intak. He held onto him tightly, his hips stuttering as he filled him up. Intak's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth slack with pleasure.
As they both came down from their high, Keeho pulled Intak closer, their sticky bodies pressing together. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. You're safe here."
Intak's eyes remained closed, his breathing still ragged. But he nodded, his arms tightening around Keeho's neck. He knew that no matter what happened, Keeho would always be there for him. And that was everything he needed.