⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
In the mafia world, young boys-age 18-20-are being sold as dolls to everyone who pays well. The boys are well-trained... they are no longer humans, just dolls ready to serve their master.
Kim left the mafia years ago, but on his 23r...
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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Chay ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
Porchay can't remember more than the way Kim preciously led him to their room, the way he asked to cuddle, the way he was looking uncertain, the way he is still so hesitant but embracing the boy's body with so much care.
Kim has his neck hidden in Porchay's neck, on his side, while Porchay is on his back and he doesn't know how a hug can be this powerful. He didn't know that it could made him feel happier than he already was and the way Kim's arms around his waist are pulling him so close. He loves it, he loves it so much, if this is what it means to love someone, he wants to never escape this feeling, to be trapped in it, safely trapped.
Kim is tender, Kim is protective, even if he wants to stay trapped in those arms he doesn't feel trapped and that's something changing his whole view on love. He should have get adoration and love by respecting the rules and shutting down who he was, now he feels more alive than he had ever been. He understands that love doesn't mean to erase who he is, he feels that love, in a way isn't something you ask for, it is more something that happens and if you feel the same, only if you feel the same, it can engulf you in such emotions that humanity doesn't taste as bitter as it can be.
Porchay loves this cuddle. He loves this silence between them but he misses those lips. He really misses this touch. Kim didn't kiss him again that much and Porchay is yearning for more. He doesn't know why he has this energy in him, the one making him want to devour Kim's lips. He might, in reality, be discovering for the first time how much physical touches can be a delight. It doesn't feel like anything he had seen, or read, it is deeper, it is stronger and he feels totally aware of what he does, and wants, he feels that he is following his own will, the one he didn't listen to for years. It is thrilling and even more to know that this love Kim is giving him is the same shape as his own, he feels equal, he feels loved.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Kim ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
Chay is so soft and warm in his arms, and Kim wants to squeeze him so hard that their bodies will leave an imprint on each other for the rest of their lives. Kim never saw himself as a clingy type. Well... looks like he is clingy, but only for one person. Is he weird? Maybe he is weird for wanting to hold Chay this close after what happened downstairs. They really kissed. Chay really kissed him. So, does that mean they are dating? It must be, right? Kim has to ask Chay. Everything between them has to be crystal clear. That's the best for both of them, but especially for Chay. Kim doesn't want him to overthink anything or be worried about something.
"Kim... can... can we kiss?"
Kiss. Chay wants to kiss again. Chay asked first for another kiss. This is something Kim wouldn't even dream about happening, but now it's real, and Kim can't even imagine refusing Chay anything, and especially not a kiss. So Kim moves up a little so he can properly look down at Chay and with one hand he cups Chay's cheek, wordlessly bringing their lips together.
