Amidst the blood-stained streets and crumbling buildings of a world ravaged by the undead, Bright and Win find an unexpected connection between them. They discover that even amidst death's relentless grip, love can still thrive.
A Zombie Apocalypse...
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I lie on the bed, listening to the shower next room where Bright is having a shower, just like I did a minute ago.
It leaves me looking at the red box on the table, where I have kept all the letters Bright wrote to me. After his arrival, he put all the letters I sent to him in there. So it's actually overflowing to the top, and the lid cannot be sealed.
It is when Bright walks into the room wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a towel around his neck. He closes the door behind him. I watch as he puts the towel aside and immediately climbs up to bed after seeing me wearing my bathrobe with the sleeves dropping at my elbows.
He caresses my hair gently as he kisses me while feeling it between his fingers.
"Your hair is so soft," he says. I don't reply to his remark, and he leans down to kiss my temple while one of his hands slips down to touch my naked chest.
"Your hand is misbehaving," I say with a little smile.
"It shouldn't?"
"Mmh, yep."
Bright leans down and kisses my collarbone with a smile on his lips, "You shouldn't be shy. We already saw each other that day."
I remember what we did on the sofa, "That doesn't make anything better."
"Hm~ You smell like cinnamon." he caresses my cheek, and we kiss again, sharing a deep, passionate kiss that makes my hands tremble, and my body burns with desire.
His soft lips suck on my neck, where he loves to kiss me the most, and I can feel one of his hands slowly reaching down and palming my pulsing member. I gasp as he holds it while giving me a side glance.
I reach out and stop him abruptly, "Let me lead."
With a smile on his lips, Bright nods and moves away. As he sits on the bed, I get up and move to his lap, where I sit facing him. I cup his face and kiss him again, entwining our tongues for a deep kiss.
I kiss his neck while his hands slip between my bathrobe. He pulls it down so it gathers at my waist, only covering my lower half.
I make sure to leave a few kiss marks on his neck, to which he makes no response, but his breathing shortens every time I suck on his neck. His hands slide to my back from my waist, and I gasp when he cups my buttcheeks for a gentle squeeze.
I quickly hold his hands to stop him, "They are really misbehaving." I complain, not really. He can touch me anywhere he wants, and I like it when he touches me.
"You like it."
Yep. He knows it too.
Bright captures my lips for a sweet kiss again as his hands squeeze my cheeks from time to time. I hold to his shoulder as I feel my member straining against the bathrobe.
