❥ DORM: Daehyun & Narsha

A giggle rose in her chest and she grinned at her lover as he spoke. "Hi back." she said and leaned forward to press her lips softly against his still damp forehead. He was her everything: the steady ground beneath her and the open sky above her. He was the air the filled her lungs and the sun that warmed her through and through. There were no words to describe what he truly meant to her, even if she tried it wouldn't be enough.

Narsha simply loved Daehyun and that was the best that she could do in both word and deed.

She gently grabbed him by the shoulders to try and pull him up closer to her so that she could wrap her arms around him. One of the things she enjoyed the most with him was the peace and cuddling that came after their incredible bouts of lovemaking. The feeling of coming down from such a wonderful high into the safe and comfortable arms of the man she loved was a small slice of heaven itself.

Daehyun sighed. Her voice, her adept loving fingers stroking his hair, and her scent all mashed up into one being: Narsha; perfection. Really, he could just stay in bed with her and never stand up, never attend classes, and never eat.

He backtracked.

Okay, maybe eating shouldn't be ticked off of his to do list. He looked up and stared at her face. Her eyes closed and lashes curled, seducing him, beckoning him to come closer. He obliged. Daehyun moved to level his face with hers. "Hi," was all he could manage to say. He was still basking in her amplified radiance probably (and he hoped) due to their lovemaking.

The way his body stuttered and froze as he came was like some great work of art to her. Every detail of his perfect face contorted in blissful seemed to be sculpted out of the finest porcelain and each contour of his perfect body gleamed as if cast in bronze. As much as he referred to her in such a manner, she truly thought it was him that was the creature of pure wonder.

But the look was nothing compared to how it felt to have him reaching his peak inside of her. Every slight twitch of as he released himself within her was amplified by her tightened and convulsing walls, almost as if milking him. She could feel it as her insides were warmed and coated with his hot seed. Narsha always reveled in the sensation of being utterly completed by Daehyun and even more so after they reached such an amazing together.

A small groan escaped her as he brought her legs down and around his waist, not realizing how rigid they had become during the love-making. Any discomfort soon went away as he placed his damp head on her panting chest and she couldn't help but to mirror the grin on his face. Even exhausted and covered in sweat she loved him in every way.

Her hands found their way up to his head and gently combed her fingers through his hair. She hummed softly and closed her eyes, content with everything in the universe.

Her walls tightened around his pulsing length and it earned her raw groans of pleasure from Daehyun's now parched throat. He was sweating and panting, almost at his peak. The clenching in his stomach was so unbearable that he had to let go. He arced and stiffened on top of her as she loaded himself inside her; spilling secrets, spilling sin, spilling fire. Freedom.

He was saved.

Still inside her, Daehyun moved her legs on his shoulders to his waist and wrapped them around him as he laid his head on her chest. He was still panting, but he was grinning.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she threw it back in pure ecstasy and called out to him. The touch of his adept fingers and thumb on her bundle of nerves with her name on his lips sent her over the edge and into bliss. Daehyun consumed her every feeling, thought, and desire as her fingers dug into his skin.

Every muscle in her body pulled tight around him, squeezing him as she plummeted into . Her body shook and quaked in pure bliss as his name fell from her lips like a waterfall. Her walls clenched, pulsed, and contracted around his length as she released her fluids all around him. She continued to try and move her hips, anything to prolong the high that he had given her.

---and she was calling out to him, calling his name like some incantation causing his whole body to tense. He felt a scrumptious knotting and unknotting somewhere in his guts and it drove him to do more. And so he did.

She clung to him and his heart skipped a beat. The thought of actually missing her touching him that way, just holding on to him, passed him for a moment. What jolted him out of the train was her hand pulling his to the apex of her thighs, and her voice, her face; beautiful. He would've sighed in awe but he was already out of breath with no air to spare. His fingers strum her string of nerves, wanting to produce more beautiful music out of . Thumb drawing circles, pressing then drawing...stroking and the process starts again with drawing and pressing.

He had lost the ability to speak but somehow, through gritted teeth, he managed to say her name. "Narsha," and it fell out of him like a last breath, a last wish before he could disintegrate.

The moment he began to move she became completely undone. Her pulse pounded and her body began to heat up as his rhythmically moved against and within hers. It was almost as if it was a dance that he had memorized by heart and she was just as an adept a partner, rocking her hips with him. Low murmurs and mumbles of pure pleasure issued from her lips as she returned his passionate kiss with one of her own and she again tried to free herself from her .

Her efforts were still to no avail and she felt the leather of his belt cutting deeper into her skin as he delved deeper into her. With his every he slid in and out of her tight wet heat, each pump was made easier by her juices covering his length in a clear shimmer as she matched him for . Even at his pace and pressure she could feel more than just the lust between them and there it was: Love, pure love.

And that was when he did it.

Her eyes shot open as she threw her head back, a long high-pitched moan coming from . All of the muscles in her body began to tense and constrict as he pushed into the same spot again, making her see stars. His name was on her tongue and passed her lips repeatedly as she wanted him to do it again and again.

She was so focused on the knots he was causing in the pit of her stomach and her quickly approaching peak that she didn't realize what his hands were doing until hers were free. Narsha clung to him with one and with the other pulled his hand to her bundle of nerves, wanting him to finish what he had so skillfully started. "I'm so close, baby." she whispered huskily, face contorted in pleasure as she looked up at her lover.

Daehyun started to move, rolling his hips to keep them stimulated. He was starting to breathe through his mouth and his heart thrummed so hard against his chest that he had to leave Narsha's mouth to catch air. He his lips, already drying and missing its dance partner. Swooping down, he kissed her again. Everything was ragged imperfect rushed puffs of air. It had started to become really hot and he sweated.

He continued moving, feeling himself moving inside her; feeling himself. There was familiar movement of sinews under tanned skin and he could swear that his muscles had his feat memorized if not predicted. His body was in sync, with himself and with hers. He urged her to move with his rhythm, gripping her thighs on the sides of his head and pulling them towards him to lift her backside.

Everything was in transition of blurry feathers and sighs and gasps; in four stages like a storm brewing. It was whispering wind, slow and sensing. Then it was rain, pouring --- emotions and lust and words of love and promises of being forever. He was one with her and he moved on to the storm with his wind picking up. He eased in and out of her with a sensual violence he didn't know he possessed.

In no time, it was fury. Nails scraping, then digging; then hands reaching for the belt, pulling it out with urgency, out of where it was tucked in. He was on a cliff, on the edge and he needed her touch. He unbuckled the belt, released her wrists.

A strangled whimper escaped as he pulled away from her throbbing and dripping . It was almost as if her world was shattering, she was so close, so very close to ecstasy that the absence of his mouth on her womanhood was nearly maddening. Narsha's -addled brain couldn't even comprehend what was happening before their lips met.

The taste of her on him as they kissed was deliciously sweet and sensual and she closed her eyes to enjoy their flavor all the more. It was almost enough for her to forget the pulsing need between her legs but he had done his job too well and she pulled at the belt even more to try and finish it. All efforts towards freedom ceased as his lips demanded more from hers and she responded in kind, and nibbling on his lower lip between pants for breath.

She became so engrossed in the kiss that she hadn't noticed his other actions until she felt the tip pushing slowly past her folds. A long low moan of pure pleasure issued from somewhere deep within as he gradually filled her waiting emptiness, pushing her inner walls aside to make room for him and only him. paled in comparison to the way it felt to be made whole by Daehyun mentally, emotionally, and physically all at once and if she could have she would have wondered if the experience was similar for him.

He had succumbed to this new experience.

She pulled but was restrained by his belt and it felt like he owned her. To Daehyun it was a visual feast but not as much of a treat compared to her voice filling the room. The sound of her calling out to him, made his muscles clench in that euphoric way.

Deboule...deboule...deboule...


With one last he pulled away and bent forward to kiss her, sharing with her her taste. His hands went for his jeans and he ed it, and pulled it down enough to release himself. Her legs were still over his shoulders and the position they're in was so wanton and she was bare in a sense where everything is just out in open ready for the taking; for his taking. He claimed her lips more fervently, and his breathing became labored. Slowly, deliberately, he sheathed himself of her and he possessed her as much as she possessed him.

The look in his eyes was one she couldn't place nor one she would have expected from him at that moment. He looked almost sorry or as if he was asking for forgiveness although she didn't understand what for. Daehyun had never done anything he needed to be remorseful for, at least not to her knowledge, so she couldn't help but feel a bit confused.

All thoughts cleared from her head as her legs were put over his shoulders and he moved towards her core. Even though they had been together for quite some time she hadn't really experienced him in such a manner. To feel him, his tongue, lips, and breath on her bare as she locked eyes with her lover was almost too much for her to handle.

Her hands pulled on the restraints gently at the first touch as her lips parted and she gasped for air. The pounding of her pulse in her ears only got more intense as Daehyun poured more of himself and his own emotions into his actions. She cried out for him, her voice ringing in the space of their room as she writhed in pure pleasure beneath him. Narsha could feel the heat of her body rising rapidly as her lover deftly caressed, nuzzled, and at her every weak spot, building her up to a most feverish high.

The sinner ---Daehyun looked at her with eyes contrite. Maybe he shouldn't be doing something so drastic? He hadn't tried doing this with anyone but he had always fantasized of having this done. His hands made its way upwards, leaving her foot. His desire of touching her here and there and everywhere, and anywhere was so strong he wouldn't be able to stop.

The salvation ---- was to hook her legs over his shoulders and taste her. Just as he had designed this whole ritual when she had asked for something slow. He was to suffer from holding back while she was to feel him in every way possible. His tongue darted out and he started her. He leaned forward so he could still stare while he did this, and she could watch him while she consumed him while consuming her. She was the sweetest and although he had not encountered many women, there was no need for comparison. Deep inside him, he knew he had the best; he had the goddess and he continued worshipping her through his tongue, through his mouth. He nipped, he , he . He hummed against her to send a vibrating message to her body: on how much he adores her.

An involuntary gasp came from as he started to massage her feet. It was unexpected but it felt so good. Each pressure point, each knot, and each nerve that needed to be released was touched and it was as if a soothing wave of serenity was lapping at her shores. Narsha couldn't remember feeling so tight that she needed to be unwound, almost unmade, but there it was and it seemed like paradise.

Her eyes locked with his as he set about his task that had taken her by surprise. Then again, he always did the most delightful things that no one had even done with her before but she still wasn't used to it. All she could do was succumb to him and let him take her on a journey of the senses, leading her into knew experiences and pleasures that she could not even imagine herself.

He took her foot close to him and started massaging her, pressing pressure points under her foot. He pushed her foot towards her and her knee bent under his command. Slowly, Daehyun kissed each pad of her toes and when he got on her smallest toe, he bit her there, gradually and he stilled for a few moments making sure that blood would collect on her toe. The object was to get her blood flowing back once he released his hold and would at least send currents of electricity to her leg and thigh. Although he was biting, he was still staring, gazing intently straight to her eyes, gauging her reactions.

He released her toe from his bite and smiled. He went for the other foot and did the same procedure, massaging, and then kissing each toe 'til he reached the smallest. He bit it, just like how he bit the other and released it. He watched her toe regain color from pale to red and again, he smiled, satisfied.

She could almost feel his eyes on her form as she laid comfortably back into the mattress, raising her bound arms above her head. It was unusual for her to be so eager to relinquish her power and control to another but for some reason she couldn't wait to do so with him. Everything from the way he carried himself, the simple touches, and the way that he looked at her seemed to promise indescribable pleasure.

It was almost too much for her to take as she gave herself over to him. She wanted to go slow, to savor every small detail and every moment as if it were the last. They had come so far and had overcome so much that for once she just wanted to make love. She wanted for just a little while to be able to express everything they felt for each other in the most intimate ways.

Perfect. She sat and he gazed at her and it bordered to leering. Daehyun still had to consider her primary request and it was to take it slow. He smirked. He was really getting worked up with having to take things in such a pace that the agonizing feeling that ate him as he waited for the main event could only make him think of how rewarding it would be. He pulled the band again, tightening its hold around her wrists as he laid her to bed. Her color against the sheet's was a work of art and he stared at her with longing. Beautiful; she was breathtakingly beautiful.

He managed to pull himself out of her spell and was able to slip the end of the belt under the mattress, as suggested.He crawled lower and pulled her down by her ankles so the would stay wound around her, taut, to avoid her from using her hands.

@Daehyun Had he just told her 'no'? Her eyes blinked twice as she registered his rejection with and expression of pure shock. Daehyun had never denied her before or refused her anything so she wasn't really sure how to take it at first. She was used to getting her way with him and he truly did spoil her to the point where it hadn't even occurred to her that he wouldn't continue in much the same way.

Narsha's surprise didn't last long but rather gave way to respect and even arousal at his newfound dominance. Her face flushed slightly as she looked at him again, as if seeing him for the first time, and followed his instructions. She sat on the bed calmly, a sharp contrast from the pounding in her chest as she waited for him to continue.

The conversation was taking them nowhere - at least for him. He was already aching and it would've been better if he just stuck with vanilla or anything that wouldn't have to include the leather belt or that post looking so high and mighty up on the room's ceiling. He frowned and looked up, past Narsha but at the that said piece of chiseled wood. It could wait, he thought.

He couldn't.

"No, we're doing what you suggested." If he was defying her for the first time, and if in any sense of the word he really was, it thrilled him. He was still going down with her plan and not his but he did say no for something and it was clearly disagreeing with her. He grinned. "Sit down and we'll make love." But he said this all demanding; impatient.

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@Daehyun Her eyes narrowed a bit as he capitulated and she couldn't help the gnawing curiosity that had built up inside of her mind. "No." she replied and pouted, looking from him back up to the ceiling. "I want to do your idea now, please." Narsha wanted him but the part of her that had to know seemed to be overriding her desire, which somewhat amused her.

"Please show me your idea." she asked politely, batting her eyelashes at him.

"...trying to climb up there..."

That part of her statement struck him and he would've laughed. He hummed and pretended to think about it. Surely, he could just do what he had planned next time, and maybe show her that he didn't need to climb up to tie her up on that post on the ceiling. As if he was done thinking, he looked up at her with a cocky grin and an inquiring raised brow. "Nice idea." Besides, she was right, it would be easier on her shoulders. He wouldn't want to make her uncomfortable. The post up the ceiling seemed to call to him so he turned his eyes to look at it for a moment before shifting back to Narsha again. That plan could wait. For now...

"Let's?" He wiggled the end of the belt that he was holding in front of her. "You need to sit now." He was still excited and his excitement had made him demanding.

Narsha sighed a bit and would have tapped herself on the side of the head had she not been tied. The last thing she wanted to do was make things weird between them but she felt like she had anyway. For a second she thought about just shaking her head and telling him to continue but she guessed he wouldn't simply drop it.

"Use the bed frame instead." she answered simply. "Use the bottom end of the bed instead of the headboard, lift the bed off of the frame and then drop it back down on the end of the belt or tie it. Much easier than trying to climb up there to tie it and much easier on my shoulders."

He considered her for a moment. Daehyun had no plans of making her stand the whole time, but it might be what Narsha could be thinking. He was then torn between telling her what he had in mind to kill the delicious after effects of anticipation rewarded and conceding to her offered option. He could only blink in response, first, before nodding a beat too late. He had noticed her hesitation, anyway, and there was no use in keeping up with his plan.

"Alright, love. What do you have in mind?" And somehow, a sheepish smile crept itself on his face.

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Her eyes went a bit wide at the suggestion and she looked from him to the ceiling. It was a strange feeling that came over her as she considered doing what he asked. Was he thinking she would stand the whole time? Narsha stood on the bed and she bit her lip, not really thrilled with the idea he had come up with.

"Can I offer an alternative?" she asked quietly, not really wanting to steal his thunder or take anything away from the solution he proposed. "I think I have one that will be easier on all parties."

It wasn't because of her verbal response. No, it wasn't. It was her smile and he could tell that she was okay with it. She might've actually said something about a monster attacking the dorm building but with that smile, he knew he was given the permission to do what would please them. Yes, what would please the two of them.

He looked up again and then looked back to her. "I would need you to stand up." Daehyun was thinking of the possibility of having the belt long enough to be tide on the post situated horizontally on the low ceiling - and maybe, just maybe, it's low enough for his belt to reach.

His hot breath passing over the sensitive porcelain skin of her wrist made her tremble in his grip. Her tongue slowly slid out over her dry lips, moistening them as her other set of lips too became more than a little damp with her sweet nectar. As his soft perfect lips came down to caress the area his breath had touched she felt her heart skip a beat or several. It was as if the organ were sent into overdrive and trying to escape, pounding hard against her rib cage.

She noticed the way he handled her and it made her smile despite the pulsing need for him in her body. He always treated her as if she were fragile, precious, and it was how she knew that she could always trust him with anything. She had no fear at all as he wrapped his belt securely around her wrists and pulled them over her head.

That was when her expression changed into one of amusement. She knew their headboard didn't have anything at all he could tie her to and she had to fight back of giggle as she watched him work through the slight problem. Narsha was truly curious what kind of solution he would come up with.

"Of course I trust you." she whispered back, smiling warmly at the man she loved. "What do you need me to do?"

And the ritual had started. The offering is set and he was ready to shed pure red and silky lust for this ing sensual violence. He would torture himself, a repentance to attain salvation by going slow...she wanted slow. He pulled her wrists to his mouth and gingerly kissed one and the other. He felt her pulse beneath his lips and it was the most canto - lulling successions of bass that pause with pregnant promise.

Dub.

Dub.

Dub.

He pulled away and slowly, as if wrapping a delicate china, he tied her wrists together with his belt, slipping the leather in the buckle 'til the band tightened around her. There wasn't a hole on the belt that could hold the buckle in place but he didn't mind, he didn't need it. He tugged the band tighter then raised his hand as it held the , lifting Narsha's arms over her head in the process. The problem now was where to tie the other end. The bed didn't have posts. He looked up and a wicked grin cut his lips.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, and somehow, the guilt and the nerve had found its way to his voice. He gauged her reaction, he watched her face, and if any minute flicker of fear crossed her features, he would stop.

Although they were going slow, slower than usual at any rate, it only seemed to intensify the every action they made. Each motion, each touch and breath stood out with such a sharp clarity that there was no way it could be described as anything but divine. Nothing mundane or man-made could ever have the same unifying effect on them. It was a delightfully heathen ceremony just for their little congregation of two and she wouldn't want it any other way.

As his grip tightened on her wrists she willfully arched her back and moaned, the soft and dulcet tones of her voice seemed like a choir singing over the symphony of their bodies. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she panted quietly, the hardened peaks of her s scraped gently against his warm chest. His hot breath danced over her skin skin seductively, the sensation making her tingle in both desire and anticipation.

The sound of his voice rang out like thunder and felt like an invisible whip, calling her body to attention. Every nerve ending seemed to wake up as if waiting for Daehyun to issue out further instructions on how exactly he would be pleasing her this time. Whatever he had in mind she was more than ready for, even craved it although she didn't know the details. There was no lack of love or trust from her, he was her mate and she knew he only wanted to please her.

A strange look crossed her face as he released her wrists and her full lips formed into a slight pout until she saw them on his belt. The corner of tugged upwards in a smirk, more than a little delighted at all the prospects that band of leather brought to the bedroom. She couldn't help but be excited whenever she was with him, he had come a long way from the young man she seduced all those months ago.

Narsha brought her hands out in front of her, wrists close together and held up in offering for him. Her eyes sparkled as she waited for him to show her exactly what he had in mind.

Down there, he could feel himself so much more alive than minutes ago what with that delicious clenching inside his stomach as she moved against him and the additional heat his skin had started releasing. She was sin and she was salvation and he couldn't choose whether he should be the devil or the saint. His grip tightened around her wrists as he pulled them closer to each so her back arced more to him, closer to him. Intoxicating was her action and all what's left was her scent to complete the sensory overload. He bent down and his nose glided from behind her ear, tracing her jawline, down to the length of her neck and to the valley between her s. She smelled like flowers that stung like fire; overheating him.

"Oh god," hot breath on her skin; "Oh, Narsha," a paganistic call to everything that is . He continued his journey, taking in her scent, identifying her aromatic fingerprint. And he decided, he was her devil and she was his salvation.

He moved up to her ear and whispered in all but husky voice and dark secrets: "Hell is empty and all the devils are here, said Shakespeare." He grinned and he hoped that she could feel that he did. He released her wrists and instantly, his hands went for his belt. He unbuckled it, and slipped it off his jeans.

"Your wrists, my love. Hand over yourself to me." He said as he sat right up on top of her, still connected with their lower halves, and still with that grin hinted with mischief plastered on his face.