Kissing the Demon (Seoksoo)

Seokmin

With that parting command, Joshua stepped back. I gawked at him for a second. Who was this guy, and how the fuck could I make him a permanent part of my life? Not that there was hope of that happening, but a man could dream. When Joshua raised an eyebrow, I scrambled to get on the bed. As I went to lift my top, his small hand came to my arm.

"Did I tell you to strip?"

Dumbstruck, I let go of my shirt and shook my head.

He pushed and nudged me until I was lying on the bed, flat on my back. Joshua swung his leg over me, bracketing my head with his arms on either side. He smirked down at me, devilish promises in his eyes. It was amazing how, despite his small stature, he was overpowering me at this moment.

And Jesus...I couldn't get enough of it.

"You're not to say a word unless it's 'stop,'" he said, his voice gravelly as he stripped his shirt away, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from whimpering at the sight of his bare chest. He didn't remove the joggers, though, bending over instead to press hot kisses up my neck. "Just because you're not to talk doesn't mean I don't want to hear you."

Thank fuck for that. A groan slipped out as though summoned by Joshua's words alone. I felt him smile against my skin.

He continued to work my neck until I was practically vibrating with need. Moving up to my face, I whimpered when he finally kissed my lips. As though we had all the time in the world, Joshua explored my mouth thoroughly, his tongue stroking over mine with a dominance that made me shiver with want. He might look delicate, but he was proving to be anything but. With a small wiggle, he lined our hips up and began to undulate against me. Each time his erection passed mine, my hips bucked to meet him...

And every time, he backed off immediately, waiting another moment or two before repeating the move all over again. Our clothing added another tantalising barrier, stopping me from feeling his heat as he rocked against me. A whimper broke from my throat as he took me higher and higher, never giving me enough to take me over the edge.

This was crazy. He barely touched me, but I was already more desperate than ever. Caged in his arms, his lips never leaving mine, I felt utterly powerless in the best possible way. The small groans that seemed to emanate from deep within Shua showed he wanted this as much as I did.

Eventually, he pulled back and slipped off the bed to remove his joggers. He didn't break eye contact as he did so, not allowing the moment to break and for me to slip back into my head for even a second. This time, I let my gaze travel south, and what I saw there made me almost swallow my tongue.

I wrenched my eyes away almost immediately...because if I focused on Joshua wearing an elaborate lace thong in shades of dusky pink, I might spontaneously combust. Christ, I hadn't realised I had a thing for guys in lace until this very moment. I looked at how it cupped Joshua's cock like it'd been made for him. Yep. Definitely into it.

When I looked back up at Joshua, his tongue was firmly in his cheek as he wriggled them off. If I was ever lucky enough to get another time with him, I wanted to peel them off with my teeth. "Were you expecting anything less?"

I groaned, biting my lip to stop myself from talking. Fortunately, my attention was diverted by the sight of his cock. It was way bigger than I'd been expecting, given his general size. Instead of making me feel even more inadequate, I couldn't help but drool at the thought of him filling me. My hole ached in anticipation, as though I could already feel the burn I knew he would provide.

God, how I yearned for it.

Joshua returned to his place on top of me, his hand gently resting at the bottom of my shirt. I expected him to shove it off the same way he had with his own, but instead, he pushed it up a scant inch, chasing the movement with his lips. Once he'd thoroughly explored the revealed skin, he raised it another inch.