be mine - chanlix/chanbin (English)

{1} Do you 🔞

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The lights oscillate in pink, red and purple tones. On the track the bodies move sinuously following the lascivious beat of the music. In the midst of this heap of strange people is the one who has my full attention. I analyze at length the way your body moves with its own rhythm. An almost ethereal figure in its beauty and the way it moves. Every little movement of your body is so fluid and so mesmerizing that I can't look away.

I love the way he dances. His eyes are closed and he tilts his head subtly to turn the bottle and drink another sip of that reddish liquid. And I just can't contain the grunt that goes up my throat when my eyes fall on your exposed neck.

Unable to resist any longer, I abandon my place at the bar and go to the track, to him. I put my hand on his waist and he opens his eyes lazily, opening a feline smile soon after.

“Finally.” He murmurs with that hoarse voice, making me sigh when his arms wrap around my neck and he flips again to the rhythm of the song. “I was already going to pick you up.”

I'm not in a position to make myself difficult, I don't want to either. And I know he knows I've been keeping an eye on him since I saw him arrive about an hour ago. This was definitely the longest time of my life that I dedicated to tasting such a beautiful sight.

I press my fingers on your waist, sliding my right hand to the base of his spine, bringing his hip closer so that I can feel these movements that weaken my sanity.

“Yeah?”I take my lips to his ear, whispering. “And why wasn't it before?”

I slid my hand to his round ass and squeezed it, receiving a restrained moan in response. I end up letting out a soft, blown laugh, making my breath ricochet on the wet skin of the blonde and he writhes in this naughty way.

Making me almost lose my mind once and for all, he slides his lips down the side of my neck, in a long brush until he grabs my earlobe, nibbling it before whispering with his voice dragged.

“Don't provoke me like that if you don't go to the end.”

I didn't even give him time to stare at me with that dirty little smile because I soon pulled him by the back of the neck, gluing our lips.

My fingers intertwine in your platinum threads while my free hand presses his thin waist. This man is a sin, in every possible way. And I'm a sinner who embraces hell with taste.

The kiss was too intense for that clue and all those intruding bodies, so I pulled him to the bathroom where I pressed him against the wall. I had barely closed the door and soon I felt his anxious tongue sliding down my neck. A long shiver made me crack my teeth as soon as his hand settled down on the indication of the volume in my pants.

I slid my hands up to his ass, groping hard as I kissed him again. There the music and the indistinct conversation of the ballad were muffled, and soon we could only hear that luscious sound of our tongues intertwining and their hoarse moans. Every now and then some unhappy soul came to make its need in the urinals, but too drunk they just cursed something incomprehensible and left

When that accumulated heat became too unbearable, he moaned louder and moved his hip harder, causing that hot friction that made me moan against his mouth.

“I want to see you shaking like this on my lap.”  I end up confessing with a hoarse voice and panting breath.

“Then take me home.” He answers, touching the volume in my pants. “And I do that.”

Faced with this naughty smile, I can only kiss him one last time, sliding my tongue over his lips before moving away. I smile at his hypnotized expression so I open the door and pull him by the hand, guiding him to a place where I can finally taste all that this Greek god has to offer.