Soft kisses brush your cheeks before the gentle touch of eye lashes tickle where lips once grazed. You can’t help but to smile before Dokyeom’s lips barely touch yours teasingly before he pulls away.
“Don’t tease me Dokyeom.” He laughs, his eyes closing in soft half moons as his fingers gently caress a sliver of exposed skin above your hip bone.
“You are so pretty. I’m not teasing you my love, I’m just taking my time. I’m not going to rush when I can keep you in this bed all day long.”
Lips press to your jaw before trailing down your neck causing you to moan Dokyeom’s name making him smile against your skin as he keeps his promise not to rush.
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