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Jeongguk has it all. He is young, handsome, rich, has a beautiful fiancée. He will soon become a CEO at his father's company, which is one of the most successful companies in Seoul. It would seem that his life is almost perfect. Everythi...
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Jeon Jeongguk was never one of the men who needed affection after sex. It always seemed to him that it was the domain of women. Romantic conversations, cuddling and sweet gestures were something he was never convinced of. Usually, after sex with Lisa, the girl quickly fell asleep, and he often lay on his back, just staring at the white ceiling.
He felt empty.
Now he was lying on his side, his chest still lifting a little faster in his breathing, and his dark irises staring straight into the eyes of the man lying in an almost identical way in front of him. Their bodies were only centimeters apart, so he could feel his hot breath hitting his lips slightly swollen from kissing, the man's warm, still slightly sweaty body looked so wonderful lying in the white sheets.
Unable to help himself, he stretched out his hand and ran it gently along the rounded line of the man's arm, running his fingers over the ink-free skin, then moving his hand over the tattooed arm.
Jeon felt almost like a sculptor, examining the texture of Taehyung's skin with his fingertips with appreciation and adoration. He ran his hand over the protruding collarbones, a black mandala from which a red lotus emerged. He traced the hollow of his ribs down to his flat belly until he finally reached well-defined, prominent bones of his hips. Jeongguk's hands slowly traced the bones, the satin texture of the skin, fine hairs on the lower abdomen, stinging slightly his fingertips.
"You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen," he said before he could bite his tongue.
The tattoo artist laughed out loud. His melodic low laugh bounce off the walls, filling the bedroom with this beautiful, sensual music. Without hesitating, he leaned toward him and pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss. The man teased him for a moment, kissing first the top, then the bottom lip of his parted lips. Taehyung's lips danced over his with the lightness and delicacy of the butterfly.
Jeongguk almost instinctively moved closer to him, joining their still naked bodies, pushing his hips against his, and his lips parted invitingly. He wanted more. He wanted to feel the heat again and the passion equal to their earlier kisses. He wanted to feel his tongue rubbing against his in the erotic dance of two lovers, he wanted Taehyung to suck his lip, bit it, pulling on the delicate skin, tearing a groan of pleasure from his mouth. He wished their bodies would fuse back into one, even though they were already clinging so tightly to each other that their warm, still naked bodies were connected at almost every point.
Taehyung did not seem to have planned a hard, wild kiss. He brought his hand to his neck and pressed him tighter in a long, lazy kiss. He kissed him slowly, affectionately caressing his lips and rubbing their tongues in a slow dance, stroking his dark hair with his hand. His hand wandered back and forth up his neck. Tae's touch was extremely gentle, but still incredibly exciting.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, gently moving away from the brunet only by a few centimeters and again grabbed the delicate skin of the boy's neck, slowly moving towards his alluring collarbones. "It's already quite late," he added, nibbling on his skin.
