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@HWANG TIFFANY There was no way Tiffany had to ask him twice. As soon as she whispered to him, nipped at his ear, and landed on his jaw it was all over. She had brought him to the brink of self control, and he wasn't afraid of falling over the edge now. With one swift motion, Jackson had turned and slung her on to her back on the bed, his lips attacking hers as he forced himself in between the space her legs made. He didn't care that his towel was puddling itself on the floor at his feet.
"Mm," he growled hungrily against Tiffany's ear, pushing her hair out of the way before planting rough love bites over her neck, leaving tiny marks that would soon develop into large hickeys due to the force he was using when on her delicate, pale skin. "I don't think it's very fair that I'm the only one, here. Do you, Noona?" Jackson gave her one rough kiss on her lips before he pulled away, and started tearing at her top. He managed to get it off without damaging it, and his mouth was right behind his hands, nibbling on the newly exposed skin, repeating the same method as before and hard enough so big hickeys would develop later.

Jackson felt an forming and he groaned at the sensation. Tiffany could do this to him better than practically everyone else without even trying. Oh, how he couldn't wait to feel her supple lips around his again. The thought of it brought out the eagerness in Jackson, and made his mouth more forceful, and his hands more adventurous, running down to press and rub against her mercilessly under her bottoms.

@HWANG TIFFANY Jackson was only slightly surprised when the hotel door swung open, and a intoxicated Tiffany stumbled in. Jackson could always tell when she had a little too much to drink, but he didn't mind too much. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he only smirked, set the the glass on the dresser, and ran his hands to her bottom where he scooped her off the floor so she could comfortably wrap her long legs around him.

He kept his hands comfortably on her perfect and barely resisted the urge to squeeze and spank her for being late. Jackson slung his damp hair so he could see her more clearly, his eyebrows arched.
"Hey there y," he cooed, looking from her eyes to her lips, "did you forget what time to be here?"
Jackson was fully aware that the towel that was once tightly tied around his waist was now loosely hanging, exposing his Adonis belt.
"I was hoping to get a little tipsy," Jackson nodded to the champagne chuckling somewhat fondly, "but I can see you've already beat me to it. What all have you had to drink, baby girl?" Finally, Jackson couldn't hold himself back any longer and he squeezed the supple flesh of her buttocks, gripping big handfuls shamelessly as he leaned closer to her face, his lips inches from hers.

"You know how much I hate waiting, Noona," he hummed with a devious smirk on his face before raring his hand back and gave her a slap that echoed throughout the empty room that only they occupied.

@HWANG TIFFANY ;;
It was funny how Jackson found himself waiting in the hotel room again. The same hotel room he'd been in countless times before. This time, however, he lay sprawled on his back across the bed in nothing except the crisp, white towel from the hotel bathroom. His wet hair dripped against the sheets under him, but Jackson didn't mind and he knew Tiffany wouldn't either. Speaking of Tiffany, the whole reason he was in this room, where was she?
Jackson glanced over at the digital clock on the bedside table, and was shocked to see how late it had gotten. She must have something come up that kept her from getting here earlier, because Jackson knew that neither of them would willingly pass up a chance to spend the night with their bodies locked together. Just thinking about the fun that lay ahead, Jackson felt a twitch in his groin, and he sat up on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his sopping hair.
Jackson's tongue slid out of his mouth to wet his lower lip as he stood, then sighed heavily and made his way to the bottle of champagne and two glasses on the dresser in front of the television. Within seconds he had poured himself a glass and put it to his lips. He knew she would show up, it was just a matter of time that Jackson had to play the waiting game that bothered him.