The air crackled with anticipation as Y/n and Xiumin found themselves alone in the dimly lit practice room. They had been rehearsing for hours, the intensity of their dance routines igniting a fire within them. But now, as they caught their breath, a different kind of heat began to build between them.
Xiumin's eyes lingered on Y/n, tracing the curve of her lips and the graceful arc of her neck. Y/n's heartbeat quickened under his gaze, feeling the intensity of his stare like a physical touch.
"You were amazing today," Xiumin said, his voice low and husky with admiration.
Y/n's cheeks flushed with warmth at his praise.
"Thanks, Xiumin. You were pretty incredible yourself."
A charged silence settled between them, thick with unspoken desire. Without a word, Xiumin closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to gently cup Y/n's cheek. His touch sent shivers down Y/n's spine, and she leaned into his palm, craving more.
Their lips met in a fervent kiss, igniting a blaze of passion that consumed them both. Xiumin's hands roamed Y/n's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Y/n moaned softly against his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair as she lost herself in the heat of the moment.
Clothes were discarded haphazardly, forgotten in their frenzy of need. Skin met skin, hot and feverish, as they explored each other with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Every touch, every kiss, fueled the flames of their desire until they were both consumed by it.
In that moment, there was no choreography to follow, no audience to impress. There was only the two of them, entwined in a passionate embrace that transcended time and space. And as they reached the peak of ecstasy together, they knew that this fiery connection would burn on long after the last embers of the night had faded away.
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