#62

Tennessee had clearly said “just for today,” but Amber tidied the bed with such care that it was as if that spot would be his from now on. He even asked which side he should lie on.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I’m sure it does.”

“…….”

Tennessee completely ignored those suggestive words.

“Oh my, are you very sleepy?”

Having perfectly finished brushing his teeth and preparing for bed, Tennessee reacted like Pavlov’s dog the moment Amber entered the room. His eyes, tinged with a strange light, blinked. As Tennessee lay down, Amber cautiously hugged him from behind.

At first, it was a light embrace, but soon Amber’s chest met Tennessee’s spine. After a while, as Tennessee began to drift off to sleep, Amber held him deep in his embrace, one arm around his waist and the other tucked beneath his nape.

He was clearly within his grasp, yet he felt this anxious. His chest felt cold. Could one be so happy that it became frightening? Was this normal?

No one had ever taught him what love was, nor had they told him what fulfillment felt like. Some had offered him counterfeits, others had presented things haphazardly stitched together. Perhaps they were real things that simply looked fake.

But there was no way for Amber to know. Regardless of the authenticity of that fulfillment, he didn’t want to receive it unless it came from Tennessee.

That was why Amber didn’t question his natural anxiety. Nothing falls for free. One always had to strive and earn the qualification for something. Thus, Amber thought it was only natural to live with this much anxiety and coldness as the price for being this happy.

“Amber.”

Amber realized belatedly that he had buried his lips in the nape of Tennessee’s neck, and not stopping there, had bitten, licked, and sucked until he left three deep bruises. He had been so blatant that Tennessee, who usually didn’t wake up easily once asleep, had been pulled back to consciousness.

“I’m sorry, I won’t wake you.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, go back to sleep.”

“Amber.”

At the repeated call, Amber adjusted his hold on Tennessee. He didn’t know what to say.

“Why can’t you sleep?”

Tennessee recalled that Amber had been staying up particularly late recently. It had been that way since the first day they became lovers.

“It’s nothing.”

“Want to go for a walk?”

“At this hour?”

He didn’t speak empty words. While Amber clumsily sat up, Tennessee had already left the bed and thrown on a hooded jacket.

“Shall we take a drive?”

“I’d love to.”

Anything was fine. Whether it was a brief escape or a long journey. No matter where the destination was, as long as they were together.

* * *

Tennessee, who had naturally intended to take the driver’s seat, thought for a moment and then handed over the keys. When Amber took the keys, Tennessee gestured toward the driver’s seat with his chin.

“You’ll get sleepy after driving for a while.”

“That’s a great idea.”

“And you can see the night view you like.”

“You knew that?”

“I see you spacing out and looking at it sometimes, so of course. You were even more like that at first.”

In the studio overlooking the night view, the young Amber used to look down for a long time, never tiring of it. He would watch carefully, as if peering into the individual lives passing beneath his feet, and sometimes he would lean his chin on his hand and watch the roads with a detached gaze.

Tennessee had chosen not to ask what had captured his heart so much back then.

With a smile, Amber opened the driver’s door.

As soon as he fastened his seatbelt, the car glided forward smoothly. Just as he once had, he opened the front and back windows all the way and drove briskly under the yellow streetlights. The fierce wind whipped through his hair. It was chilly, but there was a liberating feeling that cleared his chest.

“I feel so good that I think I’m waking up more.”

Amber spoke with a refreshing smile as he faced the wind.

“Is that so?”

Tennessee’s hand suddenly reached out. Passing the steering wheel and Amber’s chest, he pressed his body close enough for their scents to mingle. Soon, the windows closed one by one.

Including the sunroof, all windows were shut, and the wind stopped. Did he want to close them? Amber thought lightly, but Tennessee’s hand, which seemed about to return to its place, stopped somewhere. It was a subtle spot that could be called either Amber’s knee or his thigh.

Hmm. Amber glanced at Tennessee, who was looking straight ahead, then focused on the driving. It was a city that never stopped, but because it was so late, there weren’t many cars. Occasionally, cars brushed past them, their lights brightly illuminating Tennessee’s handsome brow before disappearing.

Hmm.

Looking now, Tennessee’s hand had moved a bit higher. He could feel the palm of his hand on his thigh. It was just a hand, but the weight was not light at all.

It’s hot.

Feeling his throat go dry, Amber turned on the air conditioner. He moved his body slightly to press the button, and in doing so, Tennessee’s hand was pushed closer to his groin.

The tips of his fingers were touching the inside of his thigh. Amber licked his lips, feeling a reaction coming. He checked Tennessee, but since he was looking out the window, he couldn’t tell his exact expression.

“Shall we do another lap?”

Without answering, Tennessee pointed to a spot. Given the time, it was a secluded shoulder where people had no reason to be.

“Can we stop here?”

“You can stop anywhere.”

The words were the same, but the meaning was clearly different. Amber licked his lips. It was a blatant signal that anyone who wasn’t an idiot would recognize. His body, which had been seeking an opportunity the whole time, swelled instantly after Tennessee’s signal.

He might have been able to hide it in jeans, but sweatpants could not conceal an erect member. The outline of the massive organ was clearly revealed.

“That was fast.”

“Hngh…”

Amber, whose member was held tight against the cotton of his sweatpants, took a deep breath. Tennessee shook the shaft up and down playfully. His already growing erection grew even more imposing. Unable to endure it, Amber pushed the driver’s seat back.

“Come up here.”

“What?”

“Tennessee, please.”

Amber’s commands always took the form of a request. However, since Tennessee could never refuse him, Amber’s words were more akin to a command than a plea.

Spreading his legs and climbing atop Amber, Tennessee brushed a hand over Amber’s forehead.

“Look at this.”

He tapped Amber’s cheek, telling him to look down. Amber had to watch as their two erect members collided through their clothes, rubbing together with a sliding sound before being pressed firmly against one another. As Amber tilted his chin up in pleasure, Tennessee bit his own lips, which felt as if they were about to dry out.

“Hngh…”

Amber groaned through his teeth as his member was pressed hard. It was a relief that he was leaning against the backrest; otherwise, he surely would have collapsed.

Where should I put my hands… ah.

He couldn’t even finish the thought. Tennessee began to move his hips slowly. With his mind clouding over with pleasure, Amber hurriedly wrapped his arms around Tennessee’s waist.

His hands passed over a firm yet masculinely sensual waist and reached the hips that boasted a graceful curve. He hugged him with all his might. With feverish eyes, Amber watched as Tennessee showed no sign of discomfort; instead, a faint smile played on his lips.

“Your lips, haa—”

It was Amber’s habit to kiss while moving. It was partly because he had been conditioned by Tennessee’s guidance, and partly because it was something Tennessee enjoyed.

Kissing frantically, Amber squeezed his hands until Tennessee’s buttocks filled his palms. Their two long members rubbed together, meeting head-on.

“Haa, ah, it feels good.”

“Hng, does it?”

“Yes, it feels good, harder, more…”

It felt as if his lower half was on fire. He felt as though everything below his knees was simply melting away.

Amber thought hazily that if it were him, he probably would have just rocked back and forth without any finesse. Tennessee seemed to have a knack for stealing a person’s soul. Or perhaps it was simply because it was Tennessee, or maybe both.

“Aren’t you focusing?”

“Ugh.”

Amber shuddered as his nipple was pinched.

Before meeting Tennessee, he was someone who had never truly been aware of the existence of his nipples. But as time passed, he realized that when he was aroused, his nipples would harden like his genitals, turning a deeper shade of red, and that the pleasure intensified the more they were rolled with a tongue or sucked and bitten between teeth.

Pushing Tennessee’s T-shirt up haphazardly to his collarbone, Amber craned his neck and bit deep into the nipple. He did so until the wet, squelching sounds filled his ears. He sucked the nipple fully into his mouth, then released it with a popping sound to admire the deepened color. Then, he used the tip of his tongue to flatten the center of the nipple, swirling around it.

As Tennessee’s breathing grew ragged, the front of Amber’s trousers became damp. Amber hoped that Tennessee would release more pre-cum, soaking his own member completely.

“Amber…”

“Yes, hah, yes.”

The rhythmic, languid movement, like a swing, began to intensify. As Tennessee put more strength into his hip movements, both their breathing and the sound of friction grew louder.

Amber, who had been staring endlessly at Tennessee’s wet lips, finally burst out when Tennessee swept his tongue across his own lips.

“Hngh…!”

Seeing the expression of pure pleasure on Amber’s face, Tennessee also reached his limit.

Ah, he’s coming.

A suppressed breath escaped, and Amber trembled thinly as he felt Tennessee ejaculate. It felt as if a storm had swept through him. His entire body was hot, and his lower half, in particular, was a mess, drenched in sweat and fluids. He felt the pleasure pooling in his groin, lingering without flowing away.

As Amber hugged Tennessee and caught his breath, Tennessee pulled his shoulder back. Then, a hand suddenly reached between Amber’s legs.

“You’ve gotten dirty.”

Soon, the fingers that emerged from the pants were wet and white.

“You have to clean it, Amber. That’s how you be a good boy.”

“Yes.”

Whatever Tennessee gave, Amber would accept. He willingly extended his tongue. The fingers, still carrying the heat, touched his tongue. Without a moment’s hesitation, Amber moved his tongue. Looking up, he confirmed that pleasure was also pooling in the corners of Tennessee’s eyes.

Amber wasn’t the type to just stay still. Sucking the fingers clean with loud kissing sounds, Amber left behind a refreshed smile. Before Tennessee could notice and pull away, Amber held him firmly and pressed their lips together.

Even as he craned his neck, Amber moved his head to follow, and Tennessee generously gave in. He opened his lips and extended his tongue to welcome him.

Amber gasped, not from physical pleasure, but from a different kind of ecstasy. It was only a tangle of tongues, yet it felt as if their souls were interlocking.

“From now on, tell me you’re coming before you ejaculate,” Tennessee said, breathless.

“I’ll do that if you spread your legs every time I come.”

Haha. Letting out a short laugh, Tennessee cleanly admitted defeat.