OUR STORY (BxB)

Chapter 15

-AKIRO-

We were getting ready to travel to LA for our Album Tour Concert, packing our things with some last-minute chaos.

"Roo, make sure you're not leaving anything behind," I called out to him. He was still sprawled across the bed like we didn't have a plane to catch.

"Baby, we're leaving later. I'll pack later," he mumbled, burying his face deeper into the pillow.

"Roo, come on. We slept together last night—why are you still so sleepy?" I climbed onto the bed, nudging him gently.

He turned to me with an exaggerated pout and a mischievous glare.

"What's that look for?" I asked, taken aback.

"Really, baby? You don't remember what you did last night while we were sleeping?"

"What did I do?" I blinked, completely unaware.

"While you were sleeping," he began, voice laced with frustration and lingering affection, "you groped me. Do you know how hard it was to stop myself last night?"

My eyes widened. I scratched the back of my neck, already flushed with embarrassment. "Wait... I did that?"

"Yes," he said, nodding, then glanced down. "And you even rubbed it. Look—I've got a boner right now."

I followed his gaze and saw the unmistakable bulge beneath his boxers. My face turned crimson, but a smile crept in. Suddenly, he pulled me down and I landed on top of him, our faces inches apart.

We looked at each other. I smiled softly. He reached up and brushed the hair out of my eyes.

"Next time," he whispered playfully, "don't do that. I might not be able to hold back... even if you're asleep."

"I thought it was just a dream," I murmured, lips curled into a grin. "But I guess it was real."

"Can I have my good morning kiss now?" he asked.

I didn't answer. I just leaned in and kissed him. He responded instantly, arms circling me as I lay on top of him. I felt the unmistakable pressure between us and couldn't help but smile into the kiss. His hands slipped under my shirt, warm palms gliding gently across my skin. We were completely caught up in the moment, lost in each other—

Then the doorbell rang. A knock followed.

We both jumped in shock.

"It's Brandon," I whispered, pulling back quickly. "Roo, fix yourself."

I stood up, quickly smoothing down my clothes and composing myself before heading toward the door.

"Brandon," I greeted, trying to sound casual.

"Have you packed your things?" he asked, stepping into the room.

"We're packing," I said, aware of the lingering heat between us.

"Where's Tamaro?" he asked, looking around.

"In the bathroom," I replied.

Just then, Tamaro emerged. I caught sight of his slightly swollen lips and bit mine unconsciously, thankful I was behind Brandon.

"Brandon," Tamaro greeted.

"What happened during the broadcast last night?" Brandon asked, scratching his neck with an amused grin, though his eyes searched ours for answers.

"Brandon, we didn't think it would be picked up. The music was so loud," Tamaro explained, choosing calm honesty.

"Do you know you're viral now?" Brandon said, his tone serious. "And we still have to pay to rewatch the broadcast because of what you did."

"I'm sorry," I murmured. "It won't happen again."

Brandon sighed, clearly exhausted. "Next time, learn to control yourself. Tsk. Pack your things—we're leaving early today."

With that, he turned and walked out.

Roo and I glanced at each other and exchanged quiet smiles—part guilty, part amused.

When we arrived in Newark, we were still assigned the same room. At this point, separation felt impossible. We weren't supposed to be seen together on camera—orders from management. But we're stubborn, and we broke the rules anyway.

We were invited to BB Live to promote the concert. During the interview, the MC asked, "Who's the main vocalist?" Everyone pointed to me.

The MC smiled and said, "Let's hear a sample. What will you sing?"

I hesitated for a moment, then gave my answer. "Nothing Like Us," by Justin Bieber.

It was the first English cover I ever did—last year. Right after Tamaro and I got together.

I started singing, my eyes fixed on him the entire time. I smiled when he lowered his gaze, visibly shy under the spotlight. The other members watched us with knowing smiles, quietly amused by the exchange unfolding between us.

I sang just one verse, but it carried weight—it meant everything to us. It had somehow become the unofficial theme song of our relationship, its melody stitched into all the soft, unspoken things between us.

After the interview, we had dinner together before heading back to the hotel.

We're back in our room now, watching Netflix. Voo lay curled on my lap, his breath steady and slow. I ran my fingers through his hair, absentmindedly, soaking in the calm after a long day.

A few minutes passed—and then I heard it. Roo's soft snore, barely audible but familiar. I looked down and smiled.

Carefully, I stood up, scooping him into my arms. He stirred slightly, but didn't wake. I carried him to the bed and laid him down gently.

Leaning close, I kissed his forehead and just looked at him for a moment—his face relaxed, lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling with sleep.

"Thank you for accepting me again, Tamaro," I whispered as I kissed his head. "I couldn't bear to lose you. I'm so in love with you now... there's no way out anymore."

He didn't stir—already deep in sleep. I lingered for a moment, watching the way his breath softened and slowed, his body relaxed beside mine. Then I turned off the TV, climbed into bed, and wrapped my arms around him gently from behind.

And just like that, I let the calm take over.

We were in the same room, filming a segment for our variety show. Between takes, we played Uno to pass the time. Laughter filled the space—mostly at Roo, who clearly didn't know how the game worked and kept asking questions.

"So... I can only put down a six?" he asked, squinting at his cards.

"No, you can also put down a yellow card," Renz replied, trying not to laugh.

Roo's clueless charm made me smile. I leaned in playfully.

"Would you come to my room after this?"

He immediately bowed his head, hiding his face in embarrassment. The members burst out laughing.

After the shoot, we headed back to our hotel room. Roo went in first. As I shut the door behind us, he grabbed my wrist and gently pushed me against the wall.

"We're in the bedroom now, baby," he whispered, biting his lip. "So... what are we going to do?"

I stared at his mouth, stunned. My heart thudded.

"Wait— I was just joking earlier," I said, flashing a nervous smile.

"But I'm not joking," he whispered, then kissed me—soft but certain. I responded instinctively, hands wrapping around his neck as the kiss deepened. Our eyes closed. He pressed me harder against the wall, and for a moment, everything else faded.

Then came a knock.

We both froze.

"There's always a disturbance," he muttered, pulling away reluctantly. "Get dressed, baby. I'll check who it is."

I followed him, heart still pounding. From behind the door, we heard Harly's voice.

"You guys going to sleep? I'm crashing here for a bit—I'm bored in my room and not sleepy yet," he said as he stepped inside, flopping onto the small sofa and switching on the TV.

Roo and I exchanged a look—a mix of guilt and amusement. We smiled.

Yeah. Definitely not the right time.

It was almost midnight, and Harly was still in our room, watching TV while I slipped into bed. I lay down quietly, pretending to sleep, listening to the soft hum of the screen and their murmured conversation.

Later, I heard Harly saying goodbye to Voo. I kept my eyes closed, unmoving.

Then I felt the bed shift—Roo had joined me. He settled in behind me, wrapping me in his arms, warm and familiar. I smiled quietly when he kissed my cheek.

"Baby, I know you're not sleeping yet," he whispered, his breath grazing my ear. A chill ran down my spine.

I turned to face him. The only light came from the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow across his face. His gaze was locked on me, eyes heavy with longing. He bit his lower lip.

Without speaking, I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him close. Our eyes met and lingered. I raised a hand and slowly caressed his cheek, tracing the shape of someone I loved deeply.

For a moment, the world felt quiet.

"The most handsome man in the world is mine," I said, smiling at him.

"And the hottest, youngest heartbreaker is mine," he chuckled softly.

"I love you, Roo."

"I love you more, baby."

I kissed him softly, and he responded right away. I shifted on top of him, feeling the urgency between us. My body was burning, aching for something deeper than just a kiss.

We kissed like there was no tomorrow—our mouths moving together, our tongues dancing with urgency and longing. It wasn't the first time we kissed like this, but tonight... it felt different. I wanted more.

He broke the kiss, breathless, and looked at me—his eyes full of heat and something unspoken. He cupped my face gently; his gaze locked on mine.

"Baby," he whispered, voice thick with restraint, "you know I'm trying hard not to lose control right now. If you're not ready, just tell me—I'll respect whatever you decide."

I smiled, leaned in, and gave him a soft peck on the lips.

"I've never felt this kind of desire for anyone else, Roo. Only you," I murmured, cheeks burning. "Let's just... stay with foreplay tonight."

His eyes widened, lips parting in surprise before curling into a smile.

"Woooh, my baby's getting bolder," he chuckled.

I pouted. "Roo, do you really think I'm that innocent? I'm twenty, you know. I'm not a kid."

"Then let's do the foreplay. As my baby wants," he whispered, lips brushing mine before diving into another kiss.

I stayed on top of him, feeling the tension between us, both of us fully aware of the heat building. He shifted gently, reversing our position until he was above me. His lips left mine, only to press softly against my neck.

He pulled off his shirt in one smooth motion, eyes never leaving mine. Then he reached for the hem of mine, slipping it upward until it joined his on the floor.

His fingers laced through mine, lifting my hands above my head. Our breath mingled. His lips returned to my neck—slower this time, careful. Almost reverent.

I closed my eyes and let myself feel it—his touch, his warmth, his unspoken promises in every kiss.

"F-f*ck... hmm," I gasped, caught between shock and pleasure. Roo chuckled softly in my ear.

"Relax, baby," he whispered. I nodded, breath hitching as he kissed my neck again—this time, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate lines along my skin.

"Ahhh... Roo..." I moaned, barely able to keep still as he worked his way downward. His lips skimmed my chest, warm and reverent, until he reached my breast.

He placed gentle kisses there, one after another, until his mouth found my n****e. I gasped again, louder this time, gripping his hair instinctively.

His lips moved in slow rhythm—licking, sucking—as his other hand found its place on the opposite side, teasing gently.

It was the first time I'd felt this. And it was... overwhelming. Good. Too good.

He returned to my lips and we kissed again, slow and deep. My hands moved over his back, tracing the warmth of his skin despite the chill in the room from the air-conditioning. Our bodies ignored the cold—heat pooled between us.

I sat up without breaking the kiss, and he shifted onto my lap, straddling me, his arms resting on my shoulders for balance. Our hands wandered, exploring, memorizing every curve, every inch of familiar skin. His palms were soft, delicate against mine.

This time, I lowered my mouth to his neck, planting gentle kisses there as he held onto me tighter. I could feel the way his breath hitched, how his fingers curled around my shoulder for support.

"Hmmm, baby," he moaned, his breath trembling against my skin.

Even with our underwear still on, we could feel it—our bodies drawn together, aching and alive. I kissed his chest, then bit softly where he'd once kissed me. His gasp met mine.

I mirrored him, tracing what he'd traced, teaching him inch by inch.

Then, with quiet care, I lifted him in my arms and laid him down. The air felt heavy between us. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, hesitated, then pulled them off.

And there he was—fully revealed beneath soft lamplight. My breath caught.

I gulped, cheeks warming with sudden awe and embarrassment. Not from shame, but from the sheer intimacy of seeing him like this. From being this close. This trusted.

"Hey, baby. It's all yours," he said, smiling up at me—and I could feel my cheeks burn at the invitation.

I took a deep breath, letting my fingers trace the edge of what I'd longed to explore. The air between us was electric. He moaned softly as his body responded, his voice catching in my hair as I moved closer.

The warmth of him, the hunger in both of us—it was all new and overwhelming. I took my time, exploring gently, tasting with hesitant curiosity. He gasped, his body arching in response, his fingers tightening in my hair.

"Ahhh... baby... f*ck," he groaned, voice thick with need. Then he pulled me up and kissed me with wild urgency, biting softly at my lips.

"Let's pleasure each other," he whispered with a smile, his voice low and warm.

He guided me gently to lie down, then stretched out beside me. We turned toward each other, close enough to feel every breath, every heartbeat.

Our bodies aligned, nothing between us now but warmth and trust. He reached for me, hands confident but gentle, stroking with care. I mirrored him, exploring him slowly, letting instinct and affection guide my touch.

As we moved together—curious, hungry, reverent—the intimacy deepened. Soft moans escaped between kisses, and every sigh felt like a vow. We knew each other in a way words couldn't hold.

Only our breath filled the room now—low moans, soft gasps, whispers that echoed against the quiet. The air was thick with heat; bodies tuned to each other in sync and rhythm.

We moved together instinctively, hands exploring, mouths learning, building a shared cadence of pleasure and trust. Every sound was amplified: a gasp, a slurred name, the rustle of sheets, the quiet hum of surrender.

"Baby... I'm close," he murmured, voice strained and raw.

"Me too, Roo..." I whispered, pressing closer, wanting us to fall together.

The tension built like a crescendo—each touch deeper, each breath tighter. And then... release.

We held each other in the hush that followed, hearts racing, skin warm, souls calmed by something wordless.

We moaned together, breath heavy with closeness. What we shared was tender, earnest, and new. He sat up afterward, wiped his lips, and leaned in to press a kiss to my forehead.

"That was our first foreplay, baby," he said, his hand gently caressing my face. "And you never disappoint me."

I laughed, half bold, half shy. "Next time, I'll tear you apart, Roo."

He smiled, then lay down beside me, using my arm as a pillow and pulling me close. We were wrapped in nothing but warmth—skin to skin, heart to heart.

"I love you so much," I whispered, kissing the top of his head.

"I love you more, baby," he replied, his leg curling around mine like he never wanted the night to end.

This was our first time. And it was enough.

We gave each other pleasure. Not out of curiosity, but out of trust and devotion. We're both of age, and deeply in love—and tonight, I chose to surrender with no regrets.

Maybe next time... it won't be just foreplay.