In Bloom Again

While Win was outside, the air inside the room was thick and warm from Dew's fever, heavy with an unseen weight.

Tee sat on the edge of the bed.

The towel slipped from Dew's forehead but before it could fall, Tee reaching out to adjust the towel.

But just as he touched it, Dew's fingers curled around Tee's wrist, tight and trembling. His eyes opened, dazed but locked straight onto Tee's with a fire

Burning.

Hungry.

Tee barely had time to breathe before Dew's hand guided Tee's hand to his lips.

He pressed a kiss to Tee's palm, slow, deliberate, almost like he was trying to brand it into his skin.

Tee's entire body went still.

Dew's breath was shaky, his voice barely a whisper but laced with desperation. "Don't leave."

The way he looked at Tee now, like Tee was oxygen and Dew was drowning, sent a shock through him.

Whatever Mirin had slipped into his drink, it was in full effect.

Dew was burning up. Inside and out.

And the only person in the room with him... was Tee.

Before Tee could get a word out, Dew moved.

He surged up and dragged Tee down with him, pulling him onto the bed like gravity itself had flipped.

Tee barely caught himself, hands splayed on either side of Dew's shoulders.

But Dew wasn't done.

He flipped them. In a blink, Dew was on top, his heat pressing down like fire against skin. His breath fanned Tee's face, hot, shallow, desperate.

Then he leaned in.

His eyes swept over Tee, fixating on every detail, the soft flutter of lashes, the curve of his cheek, the quiver of his lips.

He hovered there, his breath hot and uneven, and Tee swore he could feel the burn of it in the air so close it tingled.

"Dew, Let go of me fris....."

And then Dew lost control.

Dew kissed him.

Everywhere.

A brush of lips against his brow. A trembling press to one temple. Then the other.

His mouth skimmed Tee's cheek, trailing downward with an urgency that made Tee's heart stutter.

He kissed under Tee's eye like he was trying to memorize the shape of him.
His mouth roamed, fevered, uncoordinated, aching.

From one side of Tee's face to the other, soft kisses turning more erratic, more desperate.

When he reached Tee's neck again, Dew lingered.

Sank in.
Breathing him in like he couldn't get enough.
Tee's breath hitched.

His free hand pushed at Dew's shoulder, but Dew didn't budge. His strength, fueled by adrenaline and something not natural, pinned Tee like it was nothing.

Then Dew pulled back just enough to whisper, eyes glowing with something between pain and desire.

"Help me."

That look.

It was scorching. So raw, so intimate, it nearly tore Tee apart.

"Help me... just once. This once."