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The room was clothed in darkness.
Lulu closed the door behind Hoseok with a soft click. Her feet padded almost soundlessly to her window, fingers grasping the linen curtain covering the hidden beauty within the nightfall spreading around them. A crescent moon, the one Lulu glanced upon before Hoseok came, the half of 'O' that he carries in his name, shone darkly with a deep yellow, casting a faint glint in the pools of her eyes. It reminded her of the way Hoseok chuckled in that same shade of somberness when he thought he was being dismissed so quickly, his frail ache and vulnerability neglected. I would cease to exist if you did that, her heart whispered to her. With a feeble pout, she agreed. Behind her, a soft plop sounded on the bed. Lulu turned her head and squinted, struggling to find the shape of his figure in the fluffiness of her rosy bedsheets. Legs outflung, manspreading, Hoseok rubbed the heels of his palms on his drowsy eyes. Back against the duvet, stretching, yawning. Her body longed to give him comfort. The moon waits days and weeks, hours upon hours, to paint the 'O' in this name across the dusky horizon, sang her heart.
There was a spring to her step after that.
She detected him with her body. Her knee bumped into his—oh, there you are—feet finding their place in-between his. There was a shuffling on the bed and, suddenly, hands on her ankles. Her palm found the precision and the firmness of his jawline first and she left it there, mimicking the same movement with her other hand. Hoseok sighed, delving with his face into the roundness of her belly. Lulu ran her fingertips along the perimeters of his pallid cheeks, his small ears until they sank into his black hair. She massaged his scalp and he hummed against her, his own fingertips beginning their movement upwards. They made little tippy-taps on the back of her knees before continuing on their path up her thighs, to her bum, squeezing and fondling. They brought an onrush of goosebumps on her skin like the calm before storm; a tsunami approaching. Hoseok searched for her underwear and it took few tries to realize she wasn't wearing any.
He lifted his head. "You're not wearing anything underneath this," he confessed his discovery, his voice thickening with arousal.
Lulu stroked his hair, snorting fondly. "I took a shower before you came here."
She ran her knuckles down his long neck, cold and rain-kissed. She thought about how she could bring warmth to his freezing body with a hot bath, replacing the petrichor with her fruity scent, give him an orgasm or two, dry him with a towel, dress him in clean clothes, warm socks, kiss his forehead beneath her pink sheets as she would place a cup of hot cocoa into his hands to keep them warm. Like a baby.
Hoseok hummed, taking her back home from her thoughts. "You always sleep naked?"
Often. Sometimes. Oftentimes. Lulu laughed quietly. "How about I bathe you?" she voiced out her thoughts, nipping at her bottom lip.
Hoseok took a deep breath. "Not until I'm done with you." His Adam's apple moved under her hand as he swallowed. Lulu gulped. So much for mothering him. Perhaps it will be her who needs fathering once he's done with her.
Hoseok wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down on his lap. Her breath hitched and she held it. His face no longer glistened with the essence of rain like it did a few moments before under the yellow light in her kitchen. Lulu noticed a tingle of color painting his cheekbones with life. Did I cause this? She traced it with the pad of her thumb, gazing into his eyes, like a puppy leaning her head to the side. Her heart burned with the desire to fill the winter in his body with herself, with a twinge of heat that would alleviate the disturbance in his soul, kill the enemy creating that chaos within the twisty maze of his mind. Will I ever know who hurt you like this? Perhaps he will tell her when he's deep inside her, their bodies conversing in their own language.
As if he heard her thoughts, Hoseok tightened his grip around her and pulled her flush to his body. He kissed her roughly and she moaned into his mouth, her breasts perking against his chest. Her unclothed warmth rubbed against the now hard fabric of his pants and he groaned, pulling away from her lips with a pop. He turned his attention to her neck and left a wet kiss there, spreading his long fingers across the back of her ribs and leaning forward, holding her as he played with her like that. Lowering her until she giggled and he giggled with her, planting kisses all over her now fully exposed neck, her hair swaying on the carpet. Like a baby.
He pulled her back up, haste fingers undoing the buttons on her flimsy shirt, and she let him, arching her back. His cock twitched when his lips found her nipple, ripping a moan out of her. Lulu rocked her hips against it, holding the back of his head as he paid special attention to this sensitive part of her. He huffed and moaned with her, switching to the other nipple, his hand squeezing the just loved one hard, pinching the rosily brown nub. On their left side, behind the window, a lightning struck, awaking the sky with temporary liveliness. Theirs intensified—hers leaking, making a mess on his pants, his hardening under it.
"Open your mouth," Hoseok ordered and she complied, opening her mouth in the middle of their kiss. He played with her tongue and she whimpered, his hand around her throat, the other traveling down to grip her hip. Her movements against his groin faltered as she focused on the sinful pleasure, struggling to kiss him back. Mind woozy, her own hand wrapped around his throat, letting him kiss her so nastily, licking her mouth and biting her lip.
All of a sudden, he forced her away, squeezing her lips between his fingers. "Did I tell you to stop?"
Huh? She looked at him with questions in her eyes, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. The world span around her, chest heaving. Hoseok chuckled, running his hand through her hair, disheveled and cherry red, caressing her cheek. Adoration in his eyes, eyebrows upturned in softness. Stark contrast.
Hoseok leaned back against the sheets, landing blunt spank on her bottom. "Come on, baby, hump Daddy's cock like I know you can."
Her cheeks burned, her hips obeying on their own. Leaning forward, his words filled her with vigor and confidence, chasing her pleasure and his with the sweet promise of an orgasm. Hoseok moaned and so did Lulu, in unison with him. Beside his head, her phone began ringing, an intimate picture of Jungkook clothing the room in light.
