People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can...
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"Oh, fuck!" Jeongguk swore loudly, falling on his back.
His body sunk into the soft sheets, scented with a delicate peppery note, mixed with the sensual scent of Taehyung's body. His lips parted slightly as he tried to even out his still troubled breathing, and his naked chest rose and fell rapidly. He felt a trickle of sweat slide slowly down his strong back, his tense muscles contracting involuntarily. It had been a long time since he felt so tired, but even though he was gasping for breath and all his muscles were burning with the exertion, he felt the adrenaline circulating in his veins, stimulating every single cell in his body. He lay completely naked on the bed, his slightly sweaty hair sticking to his handsome face, and the smile never left his lips for a moment.
He didn't think he had ever felt as great as now.
He has never felt so alive.
"Fuck, Taehyung..." he sighed loudly. "It was..." he added, but paused, searching for the right words to summarize what had happened and how he felt now. Unable to find anything appropriate, though, he laughed softly under his breath. "Fuck," he only cursed again, to which a loud laugh replied, caressing his sensitive senses with his warm color.
"Does that mean you liked it?" Asked a low, sensual voice, and the musician almost reflexively looked at the man next to him.
Taehyung was lying on his left side, resting his head on his bent arm. He was so close, their bodies were almost touching each other. He could feel the warmth emanating from him and the sensual scent of his perfume wafting through the air. Unable to resist the temptation, he ran his almost black irises over his silhouette, absorbing his beauty with delight. The brunet was also completely naked, only his loins were covered with a thin, white sheet, so perfectly contrasting with the swarthy skin. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, his skin seemed even darker, so damn smooth, without any blemish. He moved his gaze from the man's slender legs towards the flat stomach and broad shoulders, to finally look at that beautiful face turned towards him. In such lighting, Taehyung's cheekbones became more prominent, the jawline sharpened. Dark hair, delicately disheveled, fell over his brown eyes in soft waves, but he could still see the boy staring directly at him with glittering eyes.
"It was so good that I want to smoke a cigarette," the guitarist replied, raising the corners of his mouth in a vicious smile.
"You smoke?" Kim asked, raising his right eyebrow.
He was surprised by the guitarist's words. He didn't smell the tobacco from him, even though he usually picked up such things quite easily. So he did not expect that the boy smoked cigarettes, although it would probably fit his rock image. At his question, the musician laughed softly. His melodic voice echoed off the walls of the attic apartment.
"No," he said quickly. "But it was so fucking good, I think the sex deserved a cigarette. Apparently, a cigarette after sex tastes best," he explained, amused. "Although..." he began suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed together as if he was thinking intensely about something, and after a while he rose to a sitting position. "Wait, wait..." he added mysteriously, as if he had just remembered something, then dropped his feet to the wooden floor and got out of bed.
