He ate my chick!

About how Hyunjin lost his inspiration (PT 2)

Felix's stomach tensed and tightened as I tickled the sensitive skin just below his belly button with my fingers. He grabbed my hand and stared at me with playful disapproval.

"Don't be naughty." he threatened with his finger, which I caught in response and lightly bit.

"I want to be naughty." I answered, taking Felix in my arms and covering his face and neck with short kisses under his crumbly, roaring laughter.

Then he found my lips himself, catching my face between his palms. He hesitated a little, changing his position and sitting down facing me so that his legs were on either side of my hips, then he pressed himself to my lips so sweetly and painfully tender. Felix kissed amazingly, every time it was as if I was born again as soon as his delicious velvet lips touched mine.

Felix was warm and his skin was silky, and holding him in your arms was like hugging life itself. The sun from the window poured onto Felix's back and warmed my hands groping along it. Silver specks of dust floated in the slanting rays. Felix pulled away from my lips to catch his breath, but I didn't feel enough at that very second. I stroked a kiss along his cheekbone, along his chin and down to his neck, feeling his fingers burying themselves in my hair.

I knew he was smiling. I imagined this picture in my head. How his lips, red and swollen from kisses, stretch, slowly and widely, as if he was high and now felt serotonin filling every cell of his body.

He raised his head, giving me more space to operate. I was breathing noisily and quickly, and I was dizzy. I caressed his neck, crushed it with my lips, bit it, but not too much, knowing well that my freckle doesn't like it when it hurts. He paid attention to the sensitive place behind his ear, grabbed the lobe, hearing how the breath began to escape from his chest in quick, but short, ragged shreds.

"Breathe deeply." I reminded him, unable to hide the chuckle in my voice.

Felix grabbed me on the shoulder in retaliation and unlike me, he was not careful with me. He bit me, until there was a mark on the skin.

"Where are your manners, Felix Lee?" I asked, enjoying the way his cheeks turned pink and how he hid in my T-shirt, clenching it in his fists.

"I remembered something." he suddenly said. "I saw on TikTok how one girl smeared paint on her face and pressed it against the canvas. And then she looked at the blot and finished drawing it into a beautiful picture. Let's try, maybe you'll get inspired?"

"So, you're thinking about this while I'm kissing you?"

"I'm thinking about you, pabo." he butted me on the neck with his furry crown. "I always think about you." he kissed me on the cheek with his stunning velvet lips. I turned my head to catch them again, but he was also agile and my kiss landed on his cheekbone. "Let's try it." He said, as he reached for the nightstand that stood next to the easel and where I kept all my supplies.

"Don't even think about it." I stopped him. "There's no need to spoil the skin and smear a ton of paint on it, that is not intended for this." I touched his face with my fingers, stroked his freckled cheek and he responded to the touch, clung to my palm, rubbing against it like an affectionate kitten. "You're not Jinnie, are you?"

"I want to help you." he turned and kissed my palm on the soft pad under the thumb. "You sit here in front of this easel for hours, days, all drooping. I want you to feel better and I'm dieing from my helplessness every time." he leaned against my palm and his eyes became so sad that my heart almost crumbled.

"This is just a period that needs to be lived through, you said it yourself, remember?" I flicked his snub nose, trying to cheer him up.

He smiled, but somehow sourly and insincerely.