HANDS || TaeTen || +18

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Now he rubbed himself in him, urging him to stop so much torture and get right to the point. And those kisses on his skin were killing him in a indescribable way. It's was that damn ardor that precorred his body making him dip his hand into Taeyong's shirt and pull her into it.
- I thought you we're going to take a shower- Lee whispered when his shirt was removed, then he lowered himself down to the crotch of the other.
- Maybe another time- The hoarse voice of Chittaphon had spoken. He was moaning when Taeyong's big hand reached his pink knees and pushed them away. Ten lifted his body and leaned with the palm of one of the hands while the other reached the reddish hair of the hot boy now kneeling on the floor in front of him. And those hands ran down the boy's thigh so slowly, pressing them hard enough to make him go crazy. The Korean thumbs traced a line inside the thighs of the Thai, scratching them lightly and telling the territory what was to come, and it was!. The hand reached the full extent of Ten, moving vertically to provide the latent pleasure that hung in the Thai's eyes. Leaning down, he licked it like a lollipop and masturbated it as if he had never done it before. Taeyong's expiration fell on Ten's skin as the older tongue descended and rose in such a nice way that simple moans never sounded enough to express the good vives. And the tip of the finger that seductively massaged the balls of the younger made him sigh with pleasure. Chittaphon's belly was like a roller coaster, how fast it came down and up. His panted lips let out hoarse sounds of pleasure, while one hand insisted on pushing Lee's head deeper and deeper, even if he chocked.