In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

18. Shave Bet (pt. 3) (18+)

Inside the shower, Porchay stared at the skirt with a mix of dread and reluctant acceptance. "It's just a skirt," he whispered to himself, his cheeks still burning. "What's the worst that could happen?"

But deep down, he knew that with Kimhan, the possibilities were endless.
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It was way worst.

Porchay's heart raced as he stared at his
reflection in the mirror. The black fabric
clung to his skin, contrasting with his
flushed cheeks and glistening complexion
Kim's choice of attire was undeniably bold
but the dark glint in his eyes had made it
impossible for Porchay to resist.

Somehow, Kim had managed to sneak away an entire lingerie set complete with a skirt. Damn the Mafia and their stealthy skills!

"Damn it, Kimhan," he muttered under his breath. His skin glowed from the oil, smooth and inviting. Kim was clearly reveling in the situation he had orchestrated. If Porchay hadn't been so reckless, he wouldn't be in this predicament.

Yet, despite the humiliation, there was an undeniable thrill in being punished like this-a creative turn-on that made him groan in frustration.

"Are you done hiding?" Kim's voice called
from the other side of the door, calm yet
laced with impatience

Taking a deep breath, Porchay stepped out,
his hands instinctively tugging at the hem
of the skirt. Kim's eyes lit up as they
scanned him from head to toe.

He licked his lips and smirked, clearly pleased. Damn, Porchay looked like a doll in all that sheer black lace and stockings.

His skin was smooth, and his lips were a tempting shade of pink-he had been biting them, unknowingly making them even fuller.

The skirt accentuated his curves, and he could feel his ass sticking out provocatively. Nipples covered with small cups. Underneath, he was sure those lacy panties added to the allure.

Kim mentally drooled at the thought. He wanted nothing more than to worship Porchay right then and there, but he reminded himself that punishment came first. He was strong enough to wait a little longer.

"Perfect," Kim said, a satisfied smirk
curling his lips. He took a step forward, his
Dresence commanding and almost
overwhelming. "You look like you were
made to wear this."

Porchay pouted, crossing his arms over his
chest. "I am not, Phi."

"And you're proving my point," Kim
countered, his tone teasing. He reached
out, his fingers grazing Porchay's wrist
before pulling him gently toward the
Bedroom. "Now come here. I want to admire
my angel properly."

Porchay allowed himself to be guided, the
tension between them palpable. Kim sat on
the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed but
his gaze sharp and unwavering.

He patted his lap, a silent command that made Porchay reluctant for only a moment before obeying.

As Porchay settled himself, Kim's hands
found their way to his hips, steadying him,
The weight of Kim's attention made
Porchay's cheeks burn, but there was also a
sense of comfort in the way Kim held him as though nothing in the world could harm
him as long as they were together.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Kim
murmured, his voice softer now. His fingers
traced lazy patterns against Porchay's
waist. "Seeing you like this, knowing you're
mine....It's maddening."

Porchay looked away, his embarrassment
evident, but Kim tilted his chin back gently
forcing their eyes to meet. "No hiding
angel," he said firmly. "I want you to feel
how much I adore you."