BEST FRIENDS OR BOYFRIEND

Saint's POV

"Who said you are topping me, Babe?"

My brain short-circuited.

I stared at Shin, completely frozen, his words still ringing in my ears.

"Who said you are topping me, Babe?"

His voice was playful, but his eyes—dark and laced with something deeper—told me he meant every word.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My thoughts were in chaos, caught between confusion and the undeniable heat curling low in my stomach.

Shin just chuckled, leaning down to kiss me again—slow, deep, teasingly sensual. His lips moved with purpose, coaxing a response from me, taking his time, like he was savoring the moment.

When he pulled away, I barely had time to breathe before he pressed his lips against my ear, his voice dropping into a whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

"Let me show you how it's done."

I swallowed hard, my hands gripping his waist instinctively. "Shin… what are you—"

He didn't let me finish. Instead, he kissed my jaw, trailing lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my neck, his fingers tracing slow circles on my chest. His touch wasn't rushed. It was careful—calculated. Like he was giving me time to stop him if I wanted to.

But I didn't. I couldn't. I want this more than he can imagine.

I was too caught up in the way he felt against me, the way his breath fanned over my skin, making me shudder.

"You're thinking too much, Saint," Shin murmured, his voice teasing but soft. "Relax."

I exhaled shakily. "I just… I didn't expect this."

Shin pulled back slightly to meet my gaze. His expression softened, a small smile playing on his lips. "I know."

His fingers brushed against my cheek, tracing gently down my jaw before he leaned in, resting his forehead against mine.

"I'm not rushing you," he said quietly. "We'll stop if you're not ready."

The sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten. He wasn't just saying it—he meant it.

I took a deep breath, my grip on his waist loosening. "I—I'm not stopping. I just…"

Shin chuckled. "Still overthinking, huh?"

I nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.

"That's cute," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my nose.

My heart flipped.

Then, before I could react, he leaned in close again, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke, voice thick with amusement.

"You being all nervous like this? Kinda turns me on."

I nearly choked on my own breath. "Shin!! You!"

He laughed, his hands slipping under my pants, fingers ghosting over my skin. "What? I'm just being honest."

I covered my face with both hands, groaning. "Why are you like this today?"

"Because it's fun teasing you," he admitted without hesitation. Then his voice dropped an octave. "And because I want you, Saint. Top me puppy."

My hands lowered just enough to see the expression in his eyes—raw, open, wanting.

And just like that, the hesitation inside me crumbled.

I took a shaky breath, trying to gather myself, then met his gaze head-on. "Then let me take the lead, Shin."

His smirk returned, but there was something almost proud in the way he looked at me. "That's more like it."

And when I flipped us over, pinning him beneath me, Shin didn't resist—he just smiled up at me, completely at ease, completely trusting.

"Show me, Saint," he whispered.

And this time, I didn't hesitate.

I hovered over Shin, my hands pressed against the mattress on either side of him. The smirk on his lips remained, teasing, daring—but beneath it, there was something else. A quiet trust. A silent invitation.

It made my heart race.

I exhaled, steadying myself, my fingers tracing over his cheek before tilting his chin slightly. Shin let me, his eyes locked onto mine, watching, waiting.

"I want to do this right," I murmured, running my thumb over his lower lip.

Shin's smirk softened. "You are."

I swallowed hard. My fingers trailed down his neck, feeling the heat of his skin, the way his pulse quickened beneath my touch. I let my lips follow, pressing gentle kisses along his jaw, then lower, just under his ear. He let out a soft hum, his hands gripping my waist, fingers digging in slightly.

"Saint," he breathed, his voice already laced with anticipation.

It sent a thrill through me. Knowing I was the one making him feel like this.

I leaned back slightly, running my hands down his chest, feeling the way his breath hitched.

The sight of him underneath me—shirtless, flushed, eyes dark with need—made my stomach twist in the best way.

I bit my lip, suddenly feeling bold.

"You're beautiful," I admitted before I could stop myself.

Shin blinked, and for the first time today, I saw the faintest hint of a blush dust across his cheeks. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by that damn smirk.

"And you're adorable," he shot back, fingers slipping under my own pants to thighs, tugging it. "But you'd look better without this, don't you think?"

I chuckled, letting him pull it off me . The cool air sent a shiver down my spine, but Shin's hands were quick to warm me, his fingers gliding over my skin, mapping me out like he wanted to memorize every inch.

"You're tense," he murmured, pressing his palms against my chest.

I sighed. "I just—"

"Shh," he whispered, leaning up slightly to press a kiss to my collarbone. "I got you."

I felt my breath catch.

Shin… was letting me take control, but at the same time, he was guiding me. Reassuring me without making me feel pressured.

And it was working.

I cupped his face again, tilting his head up, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. This time, I took my time, tasting him, savoring every movement. He melted into it, his arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer until our bare skin pressed together, heat radiating between us.

A quiet moan escaped him when I nipped at his bottom lip, and I felt a rush of pride at the sound.

"You're full of surprises now," Shin murmured against my lips.

I smirked. "Guess I learned from the best."

Shin laughed, the sound vibrating against my chest. "Now that's something I like to hear."

I kissed him again, deeper this time, pushing him further into the mattress. His fingers trailed down my back, sending shivers through me, but I didn't stop—I didn't hesitate.

Because today, for the first time…

I wasn't afraid.

And neither was he.

Shin's POV 

I never thought I'd see Saint like this—confident, determined, and completely focused on me.

The way he kissed me, touched me, it was different this time. Less hesitant. More certain. And honestly… it turned me on more than I expected.

I laid beneath him, feeling every inch of his weight pressing into me. The heat of his skin against mine sent waves of anticipation through me, and I could see it in his eyes too—that same fire, that same hunger, but with a new kind of intensity.

This was Saint taking control.

And I wanted more. I was waiting for this moment for so long. 

His hands roamed down my chest, his fingers tracing every muscle, every dip and curve like he was trying to memorize it. My breath hitched when his lips followed, planting slow, teasing kisses down my neck to aggressive one. My body arched into him instinctively, seeking more of his warmth.

"Damn, Saint…" I exhaled, gripping his arms.

He hummed against my skin, the vibration sending shivers down my spine.

I smirked, even as my heart pounded. "Where did this confidence come from, huh?"

He lifted his head slightly, his lips hovering over my collarbone. His eyes, dark and filled with something unreadable, locked onto mine.

"You," he said simply. "You make me want this."

I swore my breath caught in my throat.

I was so used to being the one teasing, leading, controlling the pace. But now, lying beneath him, watching him take the lead so naturally—it was driving me insane.

His fingers traced lower, featherlight touches over my stomach, dipping just beneath the waistband of my pants, and I felt my body react before I could even process it. My penis is getting hard . So hard. 

I let out a low chuckle, though my voice came out slightly breathless. "You sure you're not just trying to get back at me for teasing you?"

Saint smirked—actually smirked—and that was when I knew I was in trouble.

"What if I am?" he murmured, leaning down to kiss me again, this time strong and aggressive.

I groaned against his lips, gripping his waist, nails digging into his skin as heat pooled in my stomach.

"Then do your worst, puppy," I challenged, my voice raspier than before.

Saint pulled back slightly, eyes flickering with something mischievous. "Oh, I plan to."

I swallowed, feeling my pulse quicken.

For the first time, I had no idea what was going to happen next. And I loved it.

He starts with my chest, his lips kissing , sucking and brushing over my nipples until they're peaked and sensitive. He leans in to kiss me, his mouth hot and eager, our tongues melding together. His hands slide down my torso, tracing the lines of my abs before coming to rest on my hips.

My cock is already hard, pressing against his stomach. He notices and gives it a gentle squeeze, making me gasp. "Mine," he murmurs against my mouth, his eyes dark with lust.

I nod, eager to give him anything he wants. "Yours," I breathe back.

He leans down to roughly kiss along my jaw, down my neck, and across my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. As hickeys. His hands roam further, exploring every inch of me with a reverence that makes me feel like a god.

I feel Saint's hands on my hips, his thumbs hooking under the waistband of my pants. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. 

"Still scared, Puppy?" I taunted, knowing it would rile him up.

The way his jaw clenched, the way his grip on my wrists tightened—it sent a thrill through me.

"You really don't know when to shut up, do you?" he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

I opened my mouth to respond, but Saint silenced me with a kiss that left me gasping. His tongue slid against mine, deep and intoxicating, his body pressing me firmly into the mattress.

I moaned into his mouth, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. His hands trailed lower, gripping my thighs, then my buttocks holding me in place as he ground against me.

Heat coiled low in my stomach, my body aching for more. My nails raked down his back, and he groaned against my lips, the sound making me dizzy.

"You're—ah—so damn frustrating," he breathed against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin before he sucked lightly, leaving a mark.

I smirked, tilting my head back to give him more access. "And you love it."

Saint growled, his hands tightening around my hips. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice dark and filled with want. "I do."

I barely had time to process his words before his mouth was everywhere—each kiss hotter, wetter, more desperate. His hands roamed lower, tugging at the fabric between us, and I arched into him, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

The intensity, the need, the overwhelming feeling of being completely wanted—it was dizzying.

With a soft sigh, he tugs my pants and boxer down, revealing my hard cock that's been eagerly waiting for this moment. For him. 

His eyes widen slightly at the sight, and I can't help but feel a thrill of pleasure knowing that I affect him so much.

Before I know it, Saint's hand is wrapped around my shaft, his touch firm but gentle. He strokes me once, twice, and then leans in to kiss the tip. The sensation sends a jolt through me, and I gasp, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

He chuckles softly, his breath warm against my skin. "Sensitive?"

I nod, unable to form coherent words as he starts to lick and kiss my tip, his lips creating the most exquisite friction. "Mmh," I moan, my eyes rolling back.

Saint's tongue swirls around the head of my cock, exploring every ridge and contour. It's a heavenly feeling, one that I never want to end.

As he takes more of me in, I can't help but reach down to run my fingers through his hair, urging him deeper. "Yes," I hiss, my voice strained.

I can't help but let out a low moans. He looks up at me, his eyes questioning. "Is this okay?"

I nod, my voice barely a whisper. "More than okay."

He takes me in his mouth completely, in one swift motion and my eyes roll back in my head. It's like nothing I've ever felt before, the warmth, the wetness, the pressure. "Oh, fuck," I groan.

He looks up at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and takes me deeper. I can feel him swirling his tongue around the tip, and I'm lost.

Saint's mouth feels like heaven on my cock, I can't believe this is happening. I've wanted him for so long, and now he's here, worshiping my body like it's the most precious thing in the world. 

His tongue swirling around my length before taking me in more deeper. I moan, my eyes squeezing shut as he sucks harder. "God, yes," I gasp, my hips bucking up slightly.

His hands are everywhere, caressing my thighs, my abs, my ass, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I'm lost in the sensation, my body responding to his every touch.

As Saint's hand moves to cup my balls, his other hand continues to stroke my shaft with increasing speed. Each kiss and lick sending me spiraling closer to the edge.

My moans grow louder, my body writhing under his touch. "Ahh, Saint, yes, yes.. more.." I gasp, my hips bucking."Don't stop," I pant.

He takes me deeper into his mouth. I can feel him savoring every inch of me, every drop of precum.

The sensation of Saint's mouth around my cock is unbelievable. His tongue swirls around the tip, teasing the slit, and my hips begin to buck uncontrollably. "Ahh, yes," I moan, my eyes fluttering closed.

His hand moves faster, pumping in time with his mouth. Each stroke sends a jolt of pleasure through my body, making me arch off the bed. "Saint, oh fuck, Saint," I chant, my voice growing hoarse.

He takes me deeper, the sound of his moaning vibrating against my cock. It's like music, driving me wild.

My hand tightens in his hair, my nails scratching his scalp, and it's all I can do .

My hand tightens in his hair, pulling him closer. "Harder," I gasp.

He complies, his cheeks hollowing as he takes me to the back of his throat. "Mmh," he murmurs, sending vibrations down my shaft.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I'm lost to the sensation. Every part of me feels alive, electrified by his touch.

My moans fill the room, echoing off the walls. "Oh, oh, oh," I chant, my body tightening.

Saint's eyes are locked on mine, watching me come apart. His own arousal is evident, his cock straining against my stomach.

As I reach the peak, I cry out, my body convulsing with pleasure. "I'm cumming, Saint!" I warn him.

He doesn't stop, his mouth working me through the intense waves of orgasm.

Naughty Pup.

I cums with a roar, my hips bucking as I  fills his mouth. He doesn't pull away, instead swallowing me whole as I come. The warmth of his mouth is the most amazing feeling in the world.

My vision goes white, and for a moment, I'm in a place of pure bliss. My body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure as I'm lost in the pleasure, my eyes squeezed shut.

When the world comes back into focus, Saint is still there, looking up at me with love and lust in his eyes. "Fuck, that was amazing," I whisper, my voice still trembling.

He smirks, his cheeks flushed. "Glad you enjoyed it, " he says, his voice thick with satisfaction.

He leans in to kiss me, the taste of me lingering on his lips. It's a moment of pure intimacy, our bodies speaking a language that needs no words. We share a kiss, tasting each other.

I pull him up to me, my hands sliding down to his pants. I kiss him roughly, my teeth scraping against his lower lip as I unbutton and unzip him.

With a smirk, I changed my position "Now, let's get this off as well," I murmur, my hand sliding down to remove his final fabric from his body, his boxer. I make quick work of his boxer, tossing it aside. 

He gasps into the kiss, his cock springing free, hard and pulsing with need. "Mine," I murmured, claiming it with a smirk.

Saint's cheeks are flushed, his chest heaving as I start to stroke him. His hands find my hair, pulling me closer as our kisses deepened.

The feeling of his cock in my hand is addictive, and I want more. "I'm going to make you cum so hard," I promise, my voice is low and seductive.

I hover over Saint, our bodies a tangled mess of limbs and passion. His cock is so hard, and the sight of it makes my own throb with need.

I reach over to the bedside table, my hand shaking slightly as I grab the lube. It feels cold against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat between us.

I sit back on my heels, my eyes never leaving his. "I want to make you feel good ," I murmured, squeezing some lube onto my hand and started to do slow strokes. "Shin, oh God, Shin," he chants, his cock pulsing in my hand. His pre cum spilling over my fingers. "Fuck," I murmur, licking them clean. I need him so badly. 

I lean down, my mouth hovering just above his cock. I can feel his breath hitch as I swirl the lube around his tip . I  watch Saint's body respond to my touch, his breaths shallow and his eyes full of need. "I want you to prep me too," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. "Of course," he says, his voice shaky.

I could feel the hesitation in his hands, the way his fingers trembled against my skin. He wanted this—I knew he did—but he was still holding back. So, I did what I always did. I teased.

"What's wrong, Puppy?" I whispered against his ear, my lips grazing his heated skin. "Still scared of me? Huh?"

His body tensed, and I felt his breath hitch. I smirked.

"I'm not scared," he muttered, his voice unconvincing.

I chuckled, brushing my lips along his jaw. "Oh? Then why are you still hesitating?"

Saint swallowed hard, his hands gripping my waist. "I just..." He pulled back slightly, searching my eyes. "I don't want to mess this up. I don't want to hurt you."

The sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten. I reached up, cupping his face with both hands, forcing him to meet my gaze.

"You won't," I said softly, pressing a slow kiss to his lips, letting it linger. "I want this, Saint."

His lips parted slightly, his breath warm against mine. "You're sure?"

Instead of answering, I guided his hands down my body, letting him feel how much I craved this—how much I craved him.

"I've never been more sure of anything. " 

He kissed me, deep and slow, but this time, there was no hesitation. His hands explored, his touch growing bolder, and a shiver ran down my spine.

I smirked against his lips. "Now that's more like it."

Saint growled—actually growled—and the sound sent a thrilling pulse through me. His kisses turned rougher, his grip firmer, and I arched into him, reveling in the sensation.

Saint bit down on my bottom lip, making me gasp before he swallowed the sound with another deep kiss. My body arched against his, my fingers digging into his back as the heat between us built to an unbearable level.

His hands roamed lower, exploring, claiming. The contrast between his strong grip and the way his fingertips traced over my skin like I was something fragile made my head spin.

With a shaky hand, Saint reaches for the lube, his eyes never leaving mine. He squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers, and I watch as he brings them to my entrance.

His touch is gentle at first, just a teasing caress. "Relax," he whispers, his voice soothing.

I take a deep breath and let go, feeling his finger slide inside me. "Ah," I gasp.

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with concern. "Does it hurt?" he asks, his hand still.

I shake my head, my eyes closing. "No, just... keep going," I murmured.

I could feel how much he wanted me—how much he needed this—but there was still something holding him back.

"Saint," I breathed, cupping his face, forcing him to look at me. His eyes were dark with lust, but behind that, I saw something deeper. Uncertainty.

"I told you, I want this," I said softly, brushing my lips over his. "But I need you to want it too. Not just because I'm teasing you or because you think you have to."

Saint exhaled sharply, his hands gripping my waist tightly. "I do," he whispered, his voice rough. "God, I do."

I smirked. "Then stop thinking so much and show me. Now stop stalling and take me, Puppy."

His eyes darkened at my words, and just like that, whatever restraint he had left snapped.

Saint growled before capturing my lips again, and this time, there was nothing soft about it. My breath hitched as he kissed down my throat, his tongue teasing the sensitive spots he had already claimed.

His finger moving in and out, stretching me open. "You're so tight," he says, his voice filled with wonder.

I bite my lip, my body tensing. "More," I gasp.

He adds another finger, his movements slow and deliberate. "You're doing so well, Babe" he whispers, his thumb brushing against my prostate.

The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me. "Fuck," I moan, my hips bucking.

His eyes light up, and he starts to move his fingers in a come-hither motion. "There it is," he murmurs, a smug smile playing on his lips.

I arched against him, my body aching for more, but he was taking his time—his dominance growing with every touch, every kiss, every deliberate movement.

"Saint," I breathed, tilting my head back as he sucked on my collarbone. "You're killing me here."

He smirked against my skin, his fingers tightening around my waist . "Good," he murmured, his voice dark with amusement. "You love the torture, don't you?"

I shuddered, my nails raking down his back. "Maybe."

He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against my skin before he bit down just hard enough to make me gasp.

"You love it," he corrected. "And I love seeing you like this."

His fingers traced down my chest, circling my nipples before pinching them teasingly. I moaned, arching into his touch, my body responding instantly.

"Look at you," Saint murmured, his lips brushing over mine. "So damn beautiful. Only Mine"

His words sent a jolt through me, my heart racing at the raw admiration in his voice. He wasn't just teasing anymore—he meant it.

And that realization made the heat between us burn even hotter.

I pulled him down, crashing our lips together in a desperate kiss. He groaned into my mouth, his hands tightening on my body, pressing me firmly into the mattress. " Only Yours"

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, needing more.

My cock leaking precum onto my stomach. "I want you inside me," I say, my voice is needy. "Stop teasing me you asshole.. Take me". I said breathlessly.

Something flickered in his gaze—something possessive, something desperate, something undeniably Saint.

"Then Be ready," he murmured before crashing his lips onto mine once more.

His own cock hard and leaking against my stomach. He reaches for the condom and lube, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Turn over," he says, his voice firm but gentle.

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To Be Continued.....