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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Jeongguk traced his tongue over the junction of the lips of the man lying under him, and when he parted his lips encouragingly, he deepened the kiss. In response, Taehyung tightened his fingers on the leather jacket still covering the musician's broad shoulders and pulled him closer. The guitarist's mouth was hot and possessive, yet so familiar and oh so seductive. The kiss was slow, hot and deep, making him melt in his arms. Much to his disappointment, the long-haired man ended the caress far too soon and pulled away from him slightly. Only millimeters separated them, their lips still practically touching each other, his hot breath mixing with the cop's, and yet it still didn't seem like enough.
"You taste so good," the musician murmured hoarsely.
Running his tongue over his teeth, he forced him to open his mouth encouragingly, then, catching the brunet's lower lip in his teeth, he pulled it hard. As an erotic gasp escaped his lips, he lifted his head to look at him. For a moment he stared at that handsome face, the dark, now slightly tousled hair falling in soft waves over chocolate eyes and the so damn beautiful naked body of a man who was literally millimeters away from him. Until now, he thought he understood the definition of beauty, but Taehyung was giving beauty a whole new meaning.
"Wow," he whispered in awe, watching the moonlight play on his caramel-colored skin. "You are so incredibly beautiful."
Taehyung laughed softly. His low timbre caressed the senses and soothed like honey, reflecting off the walls of the apartment shrouded in semi-darkness. It was the middle of the night, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, as if every minute spent with him was worth its weight in gold.
"You're quite handsome yourself, too," he replied, his lips curling into a sensual smile.
'Quite handsome' was a serious understatement. Jeongguk looked like a young god. He was like the embodiment of his hidden fantasies. His body was chiseled and strong as steel, his skin warm and smooth under his fingertips. Raven-black hair cascaded over broad shoulders, still hidden behind the material of a bit worn out leather jacket, and beautiful eyes, dark as night, staring at him so intensely, as if they were x-raying right through him and peering into his soul.
"I have to admit, you look damn hot in that jacket," he added, running his hands over the leather hem.
"See, I said I look fucking good in it," the musician replied, smiling broadly, after a moment he became serious and, biting his lower lip, looked at Taehyung's silhouette. He looked from his dark eyes down to his feet still shod in red Converse, then back up the same way to find his gaze. "You look damn hot in those Converse, too," he teased, and the brunet laughed out loud.
"I've never done that before," he admitted before he could bite his tongue.
"Are you telling me that no one has ever told you before that they want to fuck you in your red Converse?" the musician asked, snorting in amusement, then laughed, throwing his head back.
