Every Single Thing I Touch || HeartLiming "Moonlight Chicken"

21. Love and Punishments

WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT!!!!! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!! This is worse than chapter 11 so please be warned. If something triggers you, stop reading. I am really sorry for traumatizing you.

"Darling, I'll make you my next victim. It's been too long to spend this night alone, I need to hear the sweet sound of your moans"

—Rosenfeld, "I want to"

A soft mewl left Liming's lips the moment they met Heart's. His arms slithered all the way up to circle around Heart's broad shoulders, feeling the familiar warmth he had missed for so many years. Heart was crowding him against the elevator wall, pressing his tongue against Liming's lips—requesting permission which Liming granted in a heartbeat. Heart's left arm circled around Liming's small waist—pulling him away from the wall, against Heart's chest, while his other hand was pressed against the elevator wall. There were no words exchanged and the elevator—despite singing one of Mozart's Piano Sonatas—echoed with the sound of the star crossed lover's tongues battling each other's for dominance. Heart tilted his head for more access as Liming pressed his head against the wall, groaning as he felt Heart suck at his tongue. Liming started pulling Heart's hair, lost between wanting to devour him completely or cry, and impulsively chose the former over the latter.

Heart's hands ran down Liming's waist, blossoming goosebumps along the way. Liming didn't know how he could feel Heart's heat through his shirt, but he definitely was feeling it. Heart's fingers pressed into his skin—burning him, scarring him, and Liming honestly didn't give a single fuck. It has been eight years and he craved for Heart's touch, for Heart's lips to bruise him. He wanted this more than he wanted water. As Heart's hands slithered even lower to halt at his trousers, Liming instinctively leaned in, feeling the heat pool in the pit of his stomach. He could feel Heart grow against his crotch and that single feeling drove him insane. Liming pulled back—only so he could breathe—as he looked at Heart's dark eyes filled with desire, with lust with a passion he remembered when they were eighteen.

Liming cupped Heart's cheeks, watching the way a single tear ran down Heart's cheek as he leaned in and pressed a kiss on it. Pulling back, he rubbed Heart's cheeks with his thumb before pulling him down to kiss his forehead. Liming mapped his lips all over Heart's face—not leaving a single place before claiming his lips again. This time the kiss grew even more passionate as Heart gripped Liming's thighs and hoisted him against the elevator railing. A soft gasp left Liming's lips as he wrapped his legs around Heart's waist—which Heart dutifully swallowed.

Heart tasted insane. It was a mixture of sweet (perhaps what he ate earlier) and salt (definitely the tears) and Liming had never loved having different flavors simultaneously as he did right now. His fingers ran through Heart's hair, fingers gripping along the corners of his mullet. He sadly didn't have longer hair at the base of his neck but Liming didn't let it deter him away from his mission. His hands fell back on Heart's broad shoulders as he gripped Heart's neck. Heart pulled his lips away from Liming's to press them on his neck—dressing the entirety of his neck with hard and rough kisses. Liming had never experienced this before—this roughness, the desire that was pressing against his ass through his trousers—like this. He moaned, as he rocked his head back to hit the elevator wall once again. His eyes fell shut as he felt Heart's fingers dig deep into his back, and his teeth scarring his neck.

That's definitely going to leave bruises tomorrow.

Heart leaned back, pressing his forehead against Liming's as they both collected their breath. The taller opened his eyes, with Liming still wrapped around him, as he leaned in, whispering, "Say it again"