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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Feeling his oxygen-deprived lungs shrink painfully, Taehyung reluctantly broke the kiss and moved away from the man lying still beneath him. Without opening his eyes, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. He did it slowly, as if he wanted to remember this moment and feel the taste of his lips once again. He didn't even know how long they kissed after their orgasm. It was so damn easy to get lost in him that he completely lost track of time when he was with him. Breathing air into his lungs, he straightened his posture and, lifting his eyelids, found the guitarist's gaze. Jeongguk was already looking at him. His alluring, soft lips were curved in a beautiful arc.
"Oh, Taehyung," he sighed, biting his lower lip and slowly moving his gaze from the man's slim thighs, still wrapped around his hips, to his chest, before finally returning to his dark eyes. "Your ex is a total moron," he said suddenly, and the young cop laughed out loud at his words.
"I expected to hear almost everything from you, but this..." He broke off and shook his head, still amused by the sudden turn of events.
He rested his hands on the musician's narrow hips and lifted his own slightly to carefully slide his cock out of him. He felt the muscles of his thighs tremble from the effort and the orgasm he had just experienced, which was still warming his naked, slightly sweaty body. When he slid off the black-haired man, he pushed himself to a sitting position, to grab his dick with his hand and remove the condom. He tied it so as not to spill its contents on the sheets, and he got out of bed and quickly crossed the bedroom, heading for the bathroom. Taehyung shifted his gaze to him and followed him with his gaze, briefly hanging it on his athletic ass, flexing gently with each step he took.
"Why do you say that?" He asked curiously, falling back against the soft mattress.
He settled the pillow and, leaning back comfortably on it, looked at the musician, who was now coming out of the bathroom, slowly moving towards him. Jeongguk still looked amazing. His jet black hair was slightly tousled, and he was now holding a wet towel in his right hand, with which he had been wiping the remaining semen from his fit belly. When the boy reached the bed, he tossed the towel aside. After a short while, he climbed onto the mattress, sat on the edge of the bed and shifted his gaze to him.
"You said you broke up recently and that you're not ready for a relationship, so I'm assuming you've been together for quite some time," Jeon began. "On our first night, you were sure you were going to fuck me and not the opposite way, so I'm betting that's what your relationship was like. You were dominant. And judging by what you've told me today, you haven't made love to anyone in this position in a long time... I know you've switched roles rather rarely..." he continued.
Taehyung felt a bit strange. He was usually the one analyzing others. Listening to Jeongguk, however, he could not get over how accurate the musician's observations were. The boy certainly listened carefully and could observe well. The young policeman moistened his lips and parted them slightly, wondering what he should say, but before he could speak, the musician started talking again.
