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- City boy!
- Yeah? - Hyunjin answers right away, proudly owning his nickname.
- We're having a storm tonight. It's going to be awesome.
- Huh?
- We may even get a light show. You are not scared of storms, are you?
- No, of course not. I just never met anyone who gets excited about a little bit of rain.
- Oh but this is not just a little bit of rain. You'll see.
Later that day, he finally sees what I was talking about. Gusts of wind mixed with rain hit the window wall, making it feel like we're in the heart of the storm. Lightning illuminates the darkened woods just for a moment before everything plunges back into darkness.
Inside, the warm interior, flickering light of the fireplace, and one wet dog who insisted to go out. I try to dry him off with a towel but he couldn't care less about being wet. His eyes sparkle like he wants to take me for a walk outside.
- No. Forget it, Max. We're staying inside.
Finally, Max accepts that I won't go out and grumpily turns his back to me, when the electricity suddenly goes out. It's not a big deal, we still have light and warmth from the fireplace, plus there's a generator in other house if this power outage lasts long.
- Chan...? - Hyunjin's voice comes from somewhere.
- Yeah, the electricity went out. It's not just a circuit break, this happens. It should come back soon.
Even thought I said I wouldn't, I quickly run out to check on the other house, and then rush back inside, bringing a lot of rain with me, and dripping all over the entrance.
The city boy laughs at my soaked appearance. He hands me a towel and a large light to brighten our way. With the towel, he pats my hair, then my shoulders, my back...
He stops.
Instead of drying me off, he unbuttons my wet shirt and leans down to lick the rain off of my skin! Oh God, I can't take this torture any more.
- Up, bedroom!
He gives me a sultry look, his tongue pressed inside his cheek, and starts walking up slowly, slowly, while displaying that perfect body in front of me. That waist! Swaying in front of me!!
I don't know how he does this, I go mad around him. I've never been with anyone the way I am with him. Maybe this is the real me, the dominant, determined Chan, but at the same time I'm mesmerized, spellbound since the day I saw him. Am I in his control?
We close the door behind us and take in each other's scent, before he unbuckles my belt and whooshes it through the loops. Our eyes never break contact. I'm barely holding my sanity while he smiles, bites his lip and tells dirty things into my ear.
I cup his face and press a hard, wet kiss on those plump lips, like this is the last kiss ever. He takes it, then pulls me closer, asking for more, for a deeper kiss.
- You're so fucking hot, you have no idea. - words come out of my mouth unfiltered and raw.
- Show me how hot I am to you, Chan.
We remove clothes and fall on the bed to indulge in each other's body, we are starving, needy, and we want this more than anything.
I love how he gasps when I pull his whole body closer, or when I flip him over. He loves being mine, I can tell he loves it. He can pretend to be all casual with me, but this stopped being a casual affair the moment we arrived here. He just doesn't want to admit it. Yet.
I cover his body with kisses and enjoy this sweet torture of delaying sex as much as possible.
- Chan, Chan... I'm ready, don't make me wait.. aahh...
I let him sink deeper into the pleasure and take him in my mouth. Watching the rest of his body going through tiny shocks feels amazing, I love how he unravels under my touch. He is all at my mercy.
I'm the master of his pleasure. I'm the one who makes him feel this way, and no one else should ever be this good to him. I can't bear the thought of someone else's lips ever touching him. With each passing second, I'm turning into some possessive maniac.
Tonight again, he lets me top. He moans under me, and lets me feel him in the most intimate way. I'm so amazed by him, I'd give up everything just so I can call him mine. Absolutely nothing else matters at this moment but to make sure he gets his pleasure. He is my most important task in the world, the only peak I want to win over and over again.
- You're mine. - I say as we approach the climax and he's about to come. He answers with a deep moan and then he lets everything go.
- Say you are mine. Only mine. - I repeat like some obsessive maniac. I don't care, I'm becoming more and more enthralled. A few more moves and we finish our race to orgasm. His sweaty body, all blushed, feverish, free, lascivious - is my kryptonite.
- I'm yours, Chan.- he answers and it's the most beautiful thing.
The rest of the night, we spend in silence. I prepare a bath for us and continue pampering him with kisses and touches. I hold him in my arms, let him lean on my chest and take a nap for as long as water stays warm.
If he insists to end this tomorrow, if this was my last chance to love him, then I'm taking all the little crumbs with me. Even this moment of holding him tight while he's sleeping. My arm is numb and his hair tickles me, but I'm not moving. I can just press him closer and try to seep some of my love through his skin.
- I want to stay with you, Hyun... - I whisper. Maybe my voice penetrates his dreams, making him realizes that we are too good together. - I want to hold you like this every night. Let me love you. - I keep whispering, hoping that he feels the truth in my words.
