Different Timezones /Hyunlix/

19 - Healing port

- Are you going to get in trouble for leaving New York like that?

- Aahh... yes, I will. But it's never going to be a good time to take a break. I had to choose between a big trouble and a medium trouble. This escape is more like a medium trouble. I hope.

- You have a ticket to go back to Korea from here?

- Yeah, I had to buy it. I told Chan that I have to go to Paris to see someone, and he wasn't having it. Jisung and Changbin saved the day. They said they'd cover for me. But they asked me to buy ticket Paris-Seoul so they know I'd come back.

- Did you tell them who you're visiting?

- No. I'm sorry, I was scared to say. All I wanted was to get out of there somehow, and maybe I tell them on some other occasion.

- It's okay, you don't have to share anything. It's just a two day fling.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, it's not like we have an option to be together. We're from two different worlds. Two timezones. I know it's just a little love affair.

- That's not how I see it.

- How do you see it?

- I live a crazy life. It's not normal, in any kind of way. You are my link to a normal life. Like a calm, healing port for a ship that faces storms in open sea every day.

- Ooh... Yours is so much better than mine. We're going with your version.

- I am happy here, Felix. Can this be a place I can come back to?

- Yes. But I can't have my hopes up too much. Maybe you never come back.

Felix gets up and starts looking for something in kitchen. After digging through drawers and complaining in French, he pulls out something small.

- This is for you. Please take a good care of it. It will take you back to your port.

He places a key in Hyunjin's hand.

- It's a key to this place, so you don't sit in a hallway.

Hyunjin looks at the most beautiful gift he could get. He smiles to the key and carefully puts it in his wallet.

He then takes his Dancer of the Year award and puts in on a shelf.

- I'm leaving this here, so you know I'll come back.

- Okay! - says beaming Felix.

- Now, why are you all the way there? - Hyunjin protests from his side of the bed.

Felix crawls to his Korean beauty with a sly look on his face. He attaches mouth to Hyunjin's, once again surprising him.
This time the surprise is Felix sitting on his lap and caging him down to bed. He's making him feel all these strange emotions he thought he had lost.
Felix places a kiss after kiss, but down below... he's moving in a way that makes their sensitive parts touch and rub. It feels good. He sees on Felix's beautiful face that he also enjoys the feeling, the contact, the pressure. Felix supports his body with one hand and sneaks the other hand between them to reach down for more stimulation. He knows how to touch, where to touch, when to be rough, when to slow down... Hyunjin lets a few whimpers and earns a proud smile from Felix.

- You're so beautiful, Hyunjin. I can't believe you're here with me...

Hyunjin loves that Felix is chatty in bed. He talks slowly and he viciously uses his French accent to arouse him even more. Hyunjin wants to say something nice too but right now all his brain can think of comes out as a moan. This hand and body dance is so enjoyable, so exhilarating, it's making everything else around them irrelevant, not existent. He's only focused on this pleasure, this chase for a perfect moment and he's about to.....
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... and he finishes all over again.

While Hyunjin is still grasping for air, slightly embarrassed at how quickly this heated situation unraveled, Felix is leaving more tender kisses on his neck.

Is he some kind of a sex angel? Because he just doesn't stop giving him pleasure...

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