You Were My Love

Scene 44 - First

Please, don't hate me for what I'm about to do...

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Jimin leaned back on the bed, eyes fixed on the older, his arms bent but relaxed on either side of him, his legs slightly apart.

Blushing a deep red hue, he looked straight into Hae Wong's eyes and begged him :

"Please ... Please ... " he panted "... Make me complete..."

Hae Wong's inner wolf growled low.

His eyes and heart were set ablaze with a deep desire at the sight of Jimin offering himself to him.

A burning feeling of lust suddenly wrecked his lower body.

His howling eyes were rimmed onto his angel.

His hands raised upwards towards his neck.

He started to unbutton his own shirt, popping the first buttons open.

Then his hands dropped down and he rose on the bed to hover over Jimin.

Soon he pressed his hips down on him, propping his chest with his strong arms.

"You ..." he said in a husky voice, pausing to contemplate him better "... You're so gorgeous..."

He bent forward in a push-up style and very slowly, deeply kissed Jimin.

Jimin's lightly trembling hands snaked under the satiny fabric of the charmer's shirt.

He could feel the toned softness of his prince's skin and it sent sheer tingling shivers from his fingers to the rest of his body -  his arms, and on to his chest and belly.

His hands blissfully traveled all over his muscular torso, his full, round pectorals, the velvety skin of his six pack, sensing every curve and shape of his perfectly designed upper body.

He wished he could see more of it.

Yet, when Hae Wong momentarily left his lips to move around and set each of his knees on either side of Jimin's hips, he did the exact reverse and closed his eyes.

Once he was straddling him, Hae Wong bent to languorously kiss Jimin's brow, his cheeks, his jaw, then his chin, his lips finally reaching his neck.

They were still attached to his beloved's skin while he slowly unbuttoned the younger's pajamas top.

He took his time and undid each button after the other.

He slid his hands by degrees under the downy cloth, caressing him at an everlasting slow speed.

"Your skin ..." he breathed in, "...it's so soft..." he whispered as he deeply, slowly exhaled.

Jimin's breathing was on the contrary getting faster, and Hae Wong could see the silky skin of his lovely stomach heave, up and down, in shorter moves.

Reaching down for the strip of skin that the half-opened top now exposed, Hae Wong pressed his lips on Jimin's abs, showering them in slow motion with wet kisses.

The dancer now exhaled softly as his head leaned back into the pillow.

The taller's tip of the tongue each time savored the salty fragrance of his skin.

Still leaning forward, he tenderly went for Jimin's wrists and he pinned them above his head.

Jimin's shivers could be heard in his shaky breath as he let Hae Wong guide his hands above him.

Hae Wong held them there while his lips ascended his belly, now and then nipped their way to his chest.

Jimin could feel the pressure of Hae Wong's hips on his own, who was slightly rubbing when he moved around, and it was already sending pleasurable shudders all over him.