Kiss Me Like You’re Not Married.

Joon-won's POV:

He hadn't meant to say it.. not in those words. 'Why did I even tell him that I got hard? Fuck.' He rubbed his face aggressively in frustration. He was in fact, very hard. But he didn't mean to tell him that. Not like that. He had manage to calm his erction down in the mean time.

But the way Tae-Hyun had breathed into the phone, voice low and trembling like he was holding back something he shouldn't admit… Joon couldn't stop himself. The restraint that usually wrapped around his ribs like armor had given out.

"I want you. Now."

The silence that followed wasn't empty. It was electric. Full of heat and fear and something else they hadn't dared name until now. Need.

When the call ended, Joon just sat there, phone still pressed against his ear. His thumb lingered over Tae's contact, tempted to call again. To say more. Or just to listen to him breathe. But he didn't. He stared out into the darkened living room, every light off except the faint glow of the hallway, his house felt too quiet. Too safe. Too… detached from the man he had just confessed himself to.

He didn't sleep much that night. An hour, maybe two, broken by thoughts of lips parted, hands dragging down a spine, the tension in Tae's voice when he'd said "do it."

He woke up early. Earlier than usual. The sun wasn't even touching the blinds yet. His hand instinctively reached for his phone, almost hoping the call had been a dream. But the call log confirmed it: 3:00 AM — T. (30m).

It had happened. All of it.

He let the screen fall to the bed beside him. Stared up at the ceiling.

Something inside him had shifted. Like gravity had realigned. Like desire had grown its own voice, whispering louder now, impossible to ignore. For once, it didn't feel wrong. Just dangerous.

By the time he was downstairs making coffee, his head was clearer but his body wasn't. There was still that low, slow ache between his ribs, the one that Tae-Hyun had planted and couldn't take back.

He was still thinking about him.. Tae's lips against his, the subtle tremble in his laugh, the way he said Joon's name like it was a confession and then his wife walked into the kitchen.

"Morning," she said, placing her phone on the counter and kissing his cheek. She was already dressed, hair tied back, a soft domestic glow about her. "I made plans for tonight."

Joon blinked, turning away from the window.

"Dinner plans?" he asked absently, pouring the coffee into two mugs.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, scrolling through her phone. "Tae-Hyun and his wife are coming over with their son."

His hand paused mid-pour.

The smell of fresh coffee filled the silence, warm and bitter, but his mouth suddenly felt dry.

"They are?" he asked, too smoothly. Too fast.

She glanced up at him. "Yeah. I ran into her yesterday after picking up Eun-woo. They've been wanting to host us again, but I figured we'd invite them here first. It'll be nice, right?"

Joon smiled. Slowly. "Yeah," he murmured. "Perfect, actually."

He handed her the mug and took a sip of his own, the warmth doing little to calm the cold thrill running through his chest.

He thought back to Tae's voice last night. The way his breathing had changed. The way his words had cracked just slightly when he'd said, "i can't stop thinking about the kiss.."

And now he'd be sitting across from him again. Tonight. With their wives. Their kids.

Joon took another sip, the corner of his mouth twitching into something between a grin and a grimace.

The timing wasn't just cruel. It was divine.

.

.

.

He wasn't sure what was worse.. the anticipation, or the fact that he now had to wear a mask again. Pretend nothing had changed.

Because everything had.

Every time he looked at his phone, it lit up with their last call history. His fingers hovered over Tae-Hyun's contact more than once that morning. But neither of them messaged. They didn't need to. They both knew they were about to see each other. Tonight was inevitable.

Joon busied himself around the house, but nothing kept him distracted for long. He helped set the table. Checked the wine twice. Rearranged the living room throw pillows like it mattered. His wife asked if he was nervous about work, he only smiled and said he hadn't slept well.

By late afternoon, he was standing in front of the mirror. Staring. Half-dressed.

His closet had never looked this… calculated.

He wasn't choosing an outfit.. he was building armor.

Something clean. Intentional. Powerful, but effortless. It wasn't about looking good for Tae-Hyun. That would be too simple. It was about control. Precision.

After a few moments, he settled on a black button-down, unbuttoned just enough to let his collarbones show. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms.. the way Tae had seen him that night at the bar, when things started to slip between them. Slacks. Watch. Wedding ring polished.

He slicked back his hair, then paused.

Something about that felt… too composed. Too guarded.

He ruffled it a little at the front. Let his hair all down instead of slicked back this time like how it is when he's relaxed at him. Messy. But intentional.

The doorbell rang just as he was putting on his cologne.

His wife called from downstairs, "They're here!"

He stared at his reflection for a beat longer.

Showtime.

The moment he opened the door, time split.

There was the version of him that smiled politely, the version their wives would see.

And then there was the version that locked eyes with Tae-Hyun for the first time since that night and saw it.

The pause. The sharp intake of breath. The flush that moved too fast across his neck.

Tae was in a dark green shirt, sleeves rolled, top button undone, not as formal but definitely not casual. His hair looked slightly tousled, like he'd run his hands through it too many times. The same ring still gleamed on his finger. He looked absolutely beautiful. He couldn't take his eyes off of his face even when his son tugged at his pant leg and his wife greeted them with warm laughter. Joon's own wife stepped forward to help with coats, chatting easily, guiding the little boy toward the living room.

But Joon and Tae just stood there for one extra second. One second too long.

A flicker passed between them.

Joon-won broke the gaze first.

He reached out, hand casually brushing Tae's shoulder as he stepped aside to make way for him and gave a nod. "Come in," he said, voice low. Even. Controlled.

But beneath his skin, everything burned.

Tonight would be about performance.

For now.

But later…

Later, he'll make sure they'd be alone again and he already knew exactly how it would end.

The dining room buzzed with the warm clinking of utensils and soft laughter. Glasses of red wine were half-full, plates dotted with the remnants of a meal no one had rushed through. The kids were in the adjacent living room, playing with blocks and little animal figurines on the floor, a blur of color and giggles between the occasional shout of "Umma! Look!"

The evening had unfolded smoothly. Almost too smoothly.

Joon-Won listened, smiled in the right places, responded when needed but part of his attention stayed fixed on the man seated across from him. Tae-Hyun was leaning back in his chair now, one arm resting along the back of his wife's seat, the other lifting his wine glass to his lips. His throat bobbed slightly as he swallowed, and Joon-Won's gaze lingered a second too long before reaching for his own drink.

Tae hadn't said anything personal. Neither had he.

Not directly, at least.

Their conversation flowed like a current moving around a submerged stone — skimming past dangerous things without disturbing them. Safe topics: work, the kids' recent school performances, a short trip someone had taken. Joon-Won had slipped into autopilot, carrying the rhythm of polite husbandhood like a second skin.

Until Tae's wife said it.

"You two are getting along better tonight," she said mid-laugh, gesturing between them with her fork. "Last time, I swear it felt like you were both sizing each other up the whole evening."

Joon-Won blinked.

His smile didn't falter. But he felt Tae stiffen slightly across from him.

His own wife chimed in, laughing, "No, she's right! I remember thinking, 'Do they even like each other?' Now look at them! drinking, talking about stocks and schools like best friends."

Joon-Won reached for the wine bottle in a smooth deflection. "We're both just getting better at pretending," he joked lightly, eyes still focused on the label. "It's called maturity."

Tae-Hyun let out a soft laugh, and it was too knowing.

"Or we just realized we're stuck with each other," he added. "Might as well be civil."

The wives chuckled, both too charmed to question it further.

Joon poured the wine carefully, watching the dark liquid swirl in Tae's glass without looking at his face.

"You make it sound like we're in an arranged marriage," he muttered, just loud enough.

Tae didn't look at him, but Joon caught the subtle quirk of his mouth. The twitch at the edge of a smirk. It said I heard you. And maybe Don't start.

They both kept their hands visible. Both avoided touching their phones.

Instead, they talked about after-school programs.

"You know," Tae's wife was saying, "we've actually been meaning to ask if Eun-woo would be interested in joining the same weekend art class. Our son's been begging to go with a friend."

"Oh," Joon-Won's wife lit up. "That's a great idea, isn't it, Joon?"

He nodded smoothly, eyes flicking to Tae for half a second.

"Sounds good," he said. "I think they'd enjoy that."

There was a beat of silence between the men again, not awkward, but filled with something else. Like they were remembering a version of this conversation from a different context. From a screen, a voice, a breath caught too long before a reply.

His wife reached over and touched his hand on the table, grounding the moment.

And Joon smiled again. Just enough.

Dinner ended with polite laughs and full plates scraped clean, the kids winding down from their sugar highs in a pile of plushies and cartoons.

And this time… the husbands helped clean up.

The unspoken agreement hung between them like a fragile wire.. don't be alone. Not tonight. Not yet. Not while the air still held the aftershock of that call. Joon-Won wasn't sure if it was fear, control, or cruelty that kept them both restrained, but he knew one thing: if they were alone for even a minute, he would take what Tae-Hyun had promised him with his voice the night before.

So they moved around the kitchen, side by side with the women, rinsing plates, stacking glasses, wiping counters.

It was tight in the kitchen. Deliberately so.

When Joon stepped behind Tae to set down a wine glass, his hand brushed his lower back—casual, just above the waistband. He didn't move it too fast. Let it linger, fingers pressing just a little more firmly than necessary.

Tae inhaled… Barely.

Just a shaky pull of breath through the nose, enough to make his back straighten and his shoulders tense. He didn't turn. Didn't flinch. Just leaned forward slightly, palms flat against the counter, like he needed to brace.

Joon said nothing. Just moved past him again, cool and quiet, as if he hadn't just touched him like he belonged to him.

When the kitchen was finally spotless and the kids were curled up with pillows and a movie in the background, the four adults settled in the living room with dessert. Glasses were refilled, small plates passed around with cake and fruit. The mood lightened again.. but not for Joon.

He was watching Tae unravel.

Tae-Hyun's jaw was tighter now. His leg bounced sometimes, only to still suddenly when he caught himself. His voice stayed smooth, but his eyes were heavier. Slower.

And Joon-Won was no better.

He kept his posture relaxed, one arm resting along the back of the sofa as he listened to the wives talk about school field trips and weekend plans. He laughed at the right parts. Responded like nothing was pulling his attention.

But across from him, Tae was falling apart in inches.

And no one saw it but him.

"Next month," Tae's wife was saying, "we were thinking of taking a short trip out of town. Just a weekend thing! somewhere quiet. You two should come with Eun-woo."

"That sounds lovely," Joon's wife said, smiling as she sliced a piece of fruit. "Joon's been needing to get away from work. He takes everything too seriously."

Joon exhaled softly, amused. "I like schedules. Not chaos."

"Which is why I organize your chaos," she teased, nudging his leg gently.

Tae smirked at that, eyes flicking over to him. "That's a lot of trust to give your wife."

Joon's brow raised. "I give her trust where she's earned it."

"And where haven't I?" his wife laughed, mock-offended.

He smiled. "Not a single place."

Tae looked down at his fork, but his jaw clenched—subtle. Brief.

He was quiet for a second too long.

Then his eyes lifted slowly. Met Joon's across the table.

His gaze was darker now, half-lidded, wine catching in the brown of his irises like shadows curling around embers. And then..

A slight bite to his bottom lip.

Tiny. Brief. Deliberate.

Just for Joon.

He looked at him like he was starving. Like he was seconds from crawling out of his skin. Like he couldn't do this anymore.

Joon-Won's mouth went dry.

He sat forward slowly, set his wine glass down with a soft clink, and turned toward Tae with calm, measured ease.

"You know," he said, voice perfectly casual, "I never showed you the office."

Tae blinked.

"I've been renovating a bit," Joon went on, gaze steady. "Thought you might want to see where all the real work happens."

Tae's wife smiled, totally unaware. "That's actually a great idea! Maybe he'll learn a thing or two about how to keep his own space clean."

"My god," Joon's wife laughed. "Yes—take him up there, please. He needs inspiration."

Tae-Hyun smiled politely. Said nothing. Just looked at Joon again with that same flicker in his eyes.

And Joon stood, slow and smooth, like he had all the time in the world.

"Come on," he said, tilting his head toward the stairs.

Tae-Hyun rose from his seat.

The moment he passed by Joon, their shoulders brushed. Joon's hand gently grazed his lower back again.. so subtle, so intentional.

Neither wife noticed a thing.

And the door to the stairs clicked shut behind them.

The second it did, Joon-Won didn't wait. He turned, grabbed Tae-Hyun by the hip, and shoved him back against it, firm enough to knock the breath out of both of them.

Their mouths crashed together in a heated kiss filled with hunger. Tae gasped into the kiss, but didn't hesitate. Didn't even try to play coy. He melted instantly, lips parting, hands already sliding up the front of Joon's shirt like he'd been waiting weeks to touch him. Which he had.

Joon groaned low in his throat, his hand braced beside Tae's head on the door while the other clutched at his hip tightly, tugging his body closer to his. Their hips aligned, breath clashing, tongues sliding hot and desperate. Tae's fingers explored everything, the ridges of Joon's chest beneath his shirt, the hard muscle flexing under his palms. "Fuck," Tae breathed between kisses, a slight smile curling on his lips as he gazes up through his lashes seductively at Joon-won hazel eyes. "You're so fucking ripped. This shirt's struggling to stay on you."

That earned him a growl.

Joon grabbed him by the thighs and lifted him up without a warning with ease.

Tae gasped in surprise but his legs wrapped instinctively around his waist as his back slammed against the door again. The motion knocked a little painting askew, but neither of them noticed. Joon held him up effortlessly, his hands gripping just under his thighs, fingers digging into him. 

"You've been thinking about that?" Joon muttered, mouth trailing down his jaw, voice rough. "About what I look like under these clothes?" He kisses right behind his ear before trailing kisses down the side of his neck, making Tae-hyun head fall back against the door with a low moan.

"I've—" Tae couldn't even finish the sentence without a gasp, suddenly feeling Joon's teeth grazing his neck. "Joon-won, we can't. We can't—"

Joon-won groaned and kissed him again before he could protest further.. deeper this time, needier. Shutting him up. Tae whimpered into his mouth, his hips grinding subtly forward, seeking friction as he was getting more heated before he caught himself.

"They're downstairs," Tae whispered against his lips, voice shaky. "Our wives. Our kids."

"I know," Joon said simply, breathing hard. "I don't care."

"You should," Tae whispered back, even as his fingers slowly slide down to unbutton Joon-won's shirt. "We said we wouldn't—"

"You said that," Joon growled, his gaze dropping for a second to see that his shirt is now fully opened with soft fingers trailing up and down his abs as if he's being studied. "But you came upstairs anyway. You let me bring you here."

Tae bit his lip at that. He didn't deny it. It was true, he wanted all this. 

"You don't know what you do to me," Joon said in a low voice as he started walking with him in his arms, then in one motion, he pushed him down against the desk. Tae-hyun back arched slightly on contact with the cool wood of the desk. "Every time I hear your voice, I want to pin you down and ruin you."

Tae inhaled sharply as he heard that while being laid down so gently, he gazed up at Joon-won with his lower lip caught between his teeth, his legs that were wrapped around Joon's waist locked and he tugged him closer, causing their hardened cocks to rub against each other in a delicious grind. They both cussed under their breath and paused for a second at the sudden pleasure then Joon's hand slipped under his shirt flat palm gliding up his stomach, over his ribs. Tae's eyes fluttered shut.

"Say stop," Joon murmured as he leaned down to press his lips against Tae-hyun ear, voice low and husky. "Say it and I will. But if you don't.."

Tae shivered and cut him off softly. "…We have to go down soon."

"That's not a no," Joon said, grinning darkly down at him before he he shifted his hips forward, grinding against him just once more, enough to feel the way Tae gasped and clung to him tighter.

"You told me to show you what you do to me," Joon whispered and started grinding against him again, slowly. "And that what I'm doing." He the leaned down and kissed him again, Tae-hyun moaned into it. And didn't stop it. slow this time, deeper, like he was drinking from him. Muffling out the moans Tae-hyun couldn't hold back with each grind of Joon-won hips against his. 

Tae-hyun hands gripping the edge of the desk while Joon loomed over him, breaking the kiss and stoping the slow grinds. His chest rose and fell fast, his flushed face lit only by the dim lamp in the corner. 

"Tell me to stop," Joon murmured, his eyes clouded with pure hunger like all he wants to do is ravish him, his fingers already tugging at the waistband of Tae's pants.

But Tae-hyun didn't.

He just looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and a breathy little smirk, even lifting his hips up to help him with pulling his pants down. "You don't listen when I do."

Joon's eyes darkened at the way Tae-hyun looked up at him so smugly. "Keep talking like that," he said, dragging Tae's pants halfway down along with his boxers, "and I'll forget this is supposed to be quick."

"You already forgot," Tae whispered, legs falling open slightly, showing his hard leaking cock and soft skin on full display, that made Joon growled low in his throat as he takes in the way he laid there all flushed and hard for him ready to be taken right away, He gripped Tae's thighs and pulled them closer to the edge with one arm wrapped around them while his free hand frees his own aching cock from inside his dress pants. 

Tae-won eyes slightly widen at the sudden sight before him and he opened his mouth to comment but Joon-won settled between his thighs with a rough thrust too suddenly without a warning. He wasn't gentle. 

He ground into him, hips rolling against Tae's exposed skin, his hardness rubbing along Tae-hyun own hard cock and sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Tae whimpered, head falling back in pleasure.

"Fuck—!" 

"You feel that?" Joon breathed against his thighs with a slight smirk as he stared down at the man under him. "That's what you do to me. Every time I see you." He started thrusting like a man in heat, using Tae's thighs like he owns them. With every thrust, Tae moaned louder and louder. his hips lifting to meet the rhythm. "Y-You're so fucking hard.. how are you even holding back?"

"I'm not," Joon hissed, lips brushing against his thighs before biting them. "Not anymore."

The thrusts didn't stop, only got rougher, faster, the friction thick and unbearable. Tae's thighs flexed around him, his hands flying up to clutch Joon's shoulders, digging his nails in.

"God.. Joon-won.. your cock is huge," Tae gasped, breath catching. "You'd break me if you actually—"

"I want to break you," Joon whispered, mouth dragging down his throat. "You'd take it, wouldn't you? You'd moan and beg for more like a good fucking boy when I'm deep inside you." And Tae-hyun shuddered.

His lips parted, but no words came out just a choked little sound as Joon's hand slid between them, covering his mouth to muffle his loud moans but not enough to stop him from speaking.

"I'd fuck you on this desk," Joon muttered, voice thick with lust, "legs up, hands bound. I'd take my time wrecking that pretty mouth of yours first. Make you say my name until you're crying."

"Joon—" Tae gasped behind Joon's hand shakily, completely undone.

"I'd ruin you," Joon breathed against his legs while leaving kisses down to his thigh. Thrusting aggressively between his thighs as the pleasure builds up now. "So good you'd forget anyone else ever touched you."

Tae moaned loudly behind his hand and reached out with shaky fingers to hold onto Joon's wrist, unable to hold back. His eyes heavy and slightly teary from the aggressive. Then suddenly..

Joon grabbed both thighs and pushed them apart as far as he could, pinning them to the desk, bending Tae in just enough to feel helpless. His pants were halfway down still, his cock dripping with pre cum all over his stomach and on Joon's cock, He was twitching with need.

Joon took his hand away from Tae-hyun mouth and wrapped his fingers around both their cocks. He pressed their cocks together harder and started stroking.

Fast. Rough. Cruel.

Tae eyes widen at the sudden shift and feeling of Joon-won rough hand and cock against his own, throwing his head back with his lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure. His head falling off of the edge of the table.

"I'm close—" Tae panted and arched his back sharply, his hands moving to cover his mouth hard to muffle his own sounds, he's becoming louder and it was exciting for Joon-won. He didn't think twice that maybe they'd hear him downstairs.

A twisted part of him wanted them to.

"Then cum for me. Cum on my cock. All over me. Like you fucking need it."

That was all it took.

Tae's whole body jerked as he came. Hard, his cum spilling all over his stomach and onto Joon-won's hand, his thighs shaking onto the desk beneath him, back arching clean off the desk. His moans were breathless, caught between sobbing gasps and Joon's name on repeat.

The heat of it.. the way Tae-Hyun fell apart just from having Joon-won's cock rubbed between his thighs and onto his own cock.. the way he came the second Joon hand decided to stroke him.. hearing his name being breathed out in that way between gasps as he came undone under him pushed Joon over the edge seconds later. 

"Fuck.. Tae-hyun.. fuck." Joon-won came with a deep growl of his name. thrusting once more into the mess between his fingers and against Tae-hyun, cock twitching in his now loosened grip.

Tae-hyun was Panting. Shaking even under him.

Completely wrecked. All flushed, his neck, his cheeks, his thighs where Joon-won had abused with his cock were bruised red.

With a low groan, Joon leaned over him, bracing himself with both hands on the desk. Their bodies pressed together. Sticky, flushed, breathless.

"You look breathtaking.." Joon-won whispered huskily as he leaned down to brush his lips against his own.

Tae blinked up at him, dazed still coming down from his intense orgasm, flushed pink all the way to his ears. His voice was still hoarse when he said, "That's what not fucking me looks like?"

Joon stared at him for a second, his eyes clouded with desire before he chuckled, breath hot against his lips. "Don't tempt me."

Tae licked his lips slowly, still breathless. "I like tempting you."

"You're going to get yourself ruined," Joon murmured, dragging his thumb along Tae's jaw then slowly pushed his thump into his mouth, his eyes never leaving his.

"You already did," Tae said, letting his legs fall to the side with a soft, content sigh. "I'm ruined. Look at me." He whispered as he opened his mouth when he felt Joon's thumb slide into his mouth, he slowly swirled his tongue around it while keeping the eye contact intensely then slowly closed his lips around it and started sucking.

Tae-hyun was Breathless. Sweaty. And still tempting him with his actions.

Joon-won grit his teeth at the sight and feeling of Tae-hyun warm mouth around his thumb, panting hard, staring down at the man beneath him with darkened eyes.

Tae's cheeks were flushed even more now, his lips slowly parted to let go of his thumb and stared up at him daringly still, his hair a mess against the desk. And yet he was still smirking. Barely.

"Imagine what I'd sound like if you actually fucked me," Tae whispered, voice hoarse and seductive as he slowly lifted a foot up and trailed it up Joon-won exposed chest. Teasingly showing more of his body for him.

Joon-Won exhaled sharply. His hand slid up Tae's throat.. not choking him, just cradling. Possessive. A warning.

"Don't tempt me," he said, his voice low and laced with something dark. "I'm this close."

Tae lifted a brow, cocky despite the tremble in his breath at the way Joon fingers wrapped around his neck like he owned him. "You say that like it's a threat."

With a deep groan, Joon leaned in, kissing him slow, possessive, savoring.

Then he pulled back, they stared at each other for a few seconds in complete silence, chest still heaving before they gave each other a slight smirk. They were pleased with just that for now.

Joon reached over and grabbed a tissue from the drawer, wiping them both down in silence still, he was gentle and took his time before he finally broke it first.

"I'll go first," he muttered, buttoning his shirt back up, then crouched slightly to fix Tae's pants. His fingers brushed Tae's waist on purpose, lingering as he helps him sit up on the desk. "You follow in a minute."

Tae blinked at him, dazed. "And what do I tell them?"

"That you saw the office," Joon smirked, pulled him back up onto shaky legs and stole one last peck from Tae-hyun before stepped away. 

stepping back toward the door. "And that you're thinking of renovating.. and one more thing."

Joon-won looked over at him as he reached the door and smirked slightly. Eyeing the way his lips were swollen from the kisses and his messy appearance from their encounter. "Once we're back down.. Don't look at me like you want me again."

Tae smirked faintly as he watched him and slowly started fixing himself, calmly tucking his shirt back in and running his fingers through his hair before he added teasingly. "No promises."

Joon-won stared at him for a moment longer before he let out a slight chuckle, shaking his head, He opened the door, composed as ever, and slipped out without another word. Knowing Tae-hyun will follow suit.