"I've lied for you, and I liked it too."
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Han Jisung was a dancer. He spent countless of hours at his cousin's dance studio, moving his lean body to the bass of whatever song played through the speakers. But when he wasn't wasting his life away, (d...
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𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓;
His body felt as though it was set aflame. With his skin suddenly reaching a scorching high temperature, it was only natural that he created cooler beads of sweat; it slowly cascading down his forehead. He had the urge to wipe it away, the feeling uncomfortable as it now made him believe that anything that touched his silky smooth skin would immediately cling to him. It was disgusting and made him wish for a moment in the shower. But those same tiny disturbances that sat in the back of his mind were easily dismissed, as he was distracted by something he could only describe as blissful.
And his nails—oh how he wished he had cut them like Felix told him to. Because then he wouldn't be creating brutal claw marks within the muscular back of the taller that hovered above him. His deep brown eyes were hooded over, them daring to close any second due to him being too immersed in the pleasure given to him. But through his thick eyelashes he was still able to catch a glimpse of the damage he had done. Red. The color was everywhere. Streaks and curves of crimson were created in undistinguishable patterns. And he was positive that'll it take a few days before those scratches finally scar over. It seems as though the worry of damaging once flush skin was discarded like all his other thoughts, because he was hit was another wave of pleasure.
It was a crash strong enough to make him drop those same lethal hands to the sheets beneath him, and grip at an ungodly strength. The movement was vigorous enough to make him subconsciously remove his body from the mattress; his spine now shaped into an arch and chest pressed flat against the other's. And the feeling was powerful enough for him to part his swollen cherry-red lips, a pornographic moan escaping at a shocking volume. His habit of rolling his eyes was done once again—it's just this time it wasn't because Hyunjin decided to do something idiotic. This time it was because Hyunjin had filled him with a sense of exhilaration. Jisung was pushed to his ultimate limit of arousal, causing thick ropes of sticky semen to shoot from within him. It was another one of his bodily fluids that clung to his already dirty figure and making him feel vile. And it didn't help that Hyunjin had released his own white substance inside the blonde, a low groan following. The moment was enough for the younger to have another orgasm; it being dry and painful.
In the end his body was shaking while his breathing was undeniably uneven. And his limbs (mostly his hips) began to ache.
As his body fell flush against his sheets, any bits of energy he had left suddenly vanished. If left there he swears he would have fallen asleep almost instantly. He's glad he's not the only one though. When opening his screwed shut eyes, he was able to soak in the appearance of a bedraggled Hyunjin. It was a mesmerizing sight if Jisung had to be honest. The taller having his damp black hair sticking to the back of his neck, and a expression matching one of pure ecstasy yet drainage. His structured features were firm and serious as he focused on removing himself from inside Jisung; it then contorting into concern upon hearing the blonde let out whimpers.
