You Were My Love

Scene 45 - Trust

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As their lips and tongues fervently resumed their French kissing, Hae Wong caressed his lover through the fabric, starting very slowly, gently rubbing circles.

He listened to the music of Jimin's lovely sounds as he gradually intensified his circles into wider strokes.

Jimin started to thrust his hips forward and mewled his pleasure louder at being so well taken care of.

It all felt so good that it only seemed natural when he felt his lover's fingers slip under his briefs' elastic band and start to slide them down – because that was exactly what he wanted.

First he felt embarrassed as his leaking member was exposed.

But then he could get all his prince's love when he too saw the wet circle on his tensed, bulging underwear.

He forgot it all when felt his man's hand then his lips on his bared crotch, as he caressed and kissed his bulge.

It all felt like heaven, and the angel's moans now chanted a hymn to his prince's blessed hands.

"You're so pretty Jimin ..." he murmured.

He paused and Jimin also felt a need rise in him :

"Please, ... let me see you too..." he blushed as he breathed deeper.

He was trying to get his shaky hands to pull the other's extended and wet underwear down.

The tension he witnessed and sensed in it aroused him some more – his prince wanted him.

Hae Wong let Jimin undress him, shivering as he relished the feeling of his hands on him.

"... So manly..." the younger marvelled at the glorious, enticing sight. "... I - ... I want you close..." Jimin shyly worded his need.

As they pecked each other's lips, cheeks, necks, shoulders, Hae Wong gently thrust his bared chest and hips against Jimin's, keeping his loving eyes on his boy's face.

With their whole bodies in close contact, he slowly started to move.

Now their legs were tangled and, bringing them impossibly closer, grazing the other.

Their chest were caressing each other, sending heatwaves through their busts when they felt their nipples scrape on their skin, on the other's ones.