silently answering, Chansung turned his man around and leaned him against the large window. Their arms around each other, they kissed sweetly and with all of their beings pressed together. Not having had the opportunity to kiss without being interrupted for a while, the feeling of soft and wet and warm combined, was intimate and just so fucking good.
Letting the rough surface of their tongues brush against each other, they stroked and ate each other, drinking the scent and emotion. It's an exceptionally good feeling to french kiss someone you love and have them kiss you back with all their heart.
However, it would still get better and they both knew that. Having made each other hard a long time ago, they grinded against each other with more effort until the activity between their hips matched the pace of their tongues.
Yeah, fucking good. That was the only way to describe it.