"Please let me..." his words were drowning him deeper than the chasm of his fears. He let him devoured his neck with nibbling and kisses, leaving trails of dark violet marks down to his chest area. His hands caressed his legs then imprisoned Jinhwan's waist when he tried to move, he immobilized him and secured above his abdomen to let him feel that he was already hard, pulling him more to press his solid throbbing manhood.
In return, he rounded his arms around Junhoe's neck as he felt him undoing the button of his pants, bit by bit tugging it off him.
Shit-shit-shit! I'm still a virgin. What should I do? He panicked inside his head as he was yet again distracted when he felt warm tongue swirling around his chest. Gradually, the circles were going smaller and smaller as it finally reached his very sensitive left nipple. The trail of his saliva soon evaporated and left his body hair saluted.
His heart beat was frantically malfunctioning with loud screaming thumps as if he's going to have cardiac arrest anytime soon. The warmth of his drenched soft mouth and breath was contrary to the silver rings nipped on his lower lip which were cold and hard. Giving Jinhwan opposite pleasures that he never imagined he deserved in his life. The tongue was moving on its own making him hard just as much.
With his pants down to his mid thighs, the only thing covering him was his white brief that Junhoe intentionally left. He let Jinhwan stand to take off his pants as he did the same. He took off everything, leaving only his thin boxer shorts.
His body was covered with tattoo, splendidly running on his left full sleeves of angels and demons. He had spread of skulls and flower tattoos as well on the upper torso but he couldn't peak if his back is also painted. Even his legs had some tribal ink on it. Junhoe's body wasn't like those who are in body building competition that Jinhwan despised. He got that toned and fit body, some cuts and strong muscles to hold on which made Jinhwan somehow gulped handful of saliva down his drying throat.
Without any hesitation, Jinhwan stretched his hand to feel those masterpieces embedded within his skin. His small fingers danced to his shoulder blades as he was mesmerized with his eyes glimmering, as if he saw an art within an art. Junhoe caught him and placed his palm on his heart. "Can you feel me?" The beating was so loud that his hand felt every pulse of his life.
Junhoe slowly bowed down to kiss the smaller one's fluffy blonde hair, inhaling the shit out of his scent - the Caron's Poivre scent that his ex used to wear. However, the scent was very different on Jinhwan's body, mixing with his personal sweat and heat. It was spellbinding, he inhaled more. Contagious and addicting. His lips moved to the side of his face, to his ears. "I like you." He made a deep inarticulate sound that was followed by a lick on his lobe.
Jinhwan was just standing there like an idiot, he didn't know what to do or how to react as Junhoe kneaded his behind, drawing thinner line that separated their bodies until they were skin to skin, feeling Junhoe's poking thing against his belly. He tried to move but he lost his balance, his hands gripped on Junhoe's strong arms when they tripped and fell on the sofa. Junhoe just lovingly stared at him for a good full minute while nibbling his lower lip. It was hard for him to stay sane with this little fairy in front of him, lying on a couch naked with that creamy milk smooth skin, cerise cheeks, soft light from their chandelier glimmering his whole being.
He knew he was in trouble now, he knew he was falling harder than he expected, he knew there was no turning back. Carnal lust finally dominated as he parted Jinhwan's legs. Their lips collided for the second time as both lads closed their eyes. He stroke Jinhwan's cheek, marking him with gentle touch. He then sucked on Jinhwan's tongue, it was soft and flimsy.
