⊙ dean's office

@Ω☪seo♛inguk *Every day you played with the light of my universe, one that shone brightly once you showed your colors, the different shades of rainbow that was created from rain after rain without a single ray of sunlight- and then you shown bright right in between the cloudy winter, creating spring upon my foggy universe.and i fell in love- and I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body. the love suffocating enough to pull out the roots of the flowers buried under the dirts beneath my heart, refusing to bloom. and they bloomed, as the star casted their shine on the night life, shinning as bright as the sun- they, indeed found their light, just like my orbs, holding the depth of such a deep ocean ..... it found its light- swam back to the surface to breath..just breath*
"I love you too"
*they say, expect the unexpected- and i did not know if i deserved the worthiness of those words, and i did not expect a single come back from you anywhere close to them, and thats why the soft lids fall shut, hiding the sudden river made in the white skies of my eyes- but it drips, a single droplet of saltiness drips and coats the side of your cheek. a small trail of wetness cause of the overwhelming attack of emotions- and the heat- and the constant friction you offer which boils the pit of my stomach, one that urges me to release, the urge so strong i can not hold back, not with the next moan you offer. i pull back just enough to watch the beauty unfold right before my eyes. I know Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, by the destiny, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots of my heart know your name.*
*hips stutter, oxygen taken in huge gasps as im pushed off the edge, falling into your being. head falls back, sweaty bangs falling away to reveal myself to the rays of light sneaking inside from the window in the office, only to make my body shine- glisten with sweat formed after each passionate move*
ahh- G-Guk
*white chest, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough rock body digs in you and makes my love leap from the depth of the earth. hips snap forward, creating the harmony of sounds of arousal and its then that i release all the tension inside of you, filling the warmth clenching so harshly around me, milking me dry in a ruthless way and i can not find anyone, or anything more pleasurable than the moment now. no one would deliver this fulfilling emotion, sense, whatever one may call it, inside of me...and ....when did you learn to take my breath away, when did you become such a great thief*
*and it was the wonder Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?- but again thats how love works. thats how my legs felt like giving out when i emptied my love seed inside of you and all the movements came to a stop. still buried in your heat; i leaned down, arms resting on each side of your head before i brush the sharpness of my nose against yours, lips hovering on you, breath leaving a ticklish feeling upon your lips before i crash them together. a harsh hit, followed by nothing but gentleness- feelings pouring out within the simple touch- and oh i can die, wishing for a kiss from you*

@Ω☪li wenhan *there's a symphony abounding that portrays the backdrop to each iota you rip from me; every inch of myself surrendered to you accompanied by the traitorous creaks of straining desk legs against the linoleum, the jingling of the the silvery chained switch that dangles from the tiny lamp perched beside me, not to mention our own filthy featuring... the tattered moans I found I can no longer withhold, the purposeful grunts you exude with each powerful --- but I've lost the decency to be ashamed... not with the way my fingers curl into you, marking you and tethering us as one... demanding faster, more... without a means of separation... not even for a moment*
*each cant of your hips slaps a new singe of stinging against the raw underside of my thighs, a pinprick sensation spattering along my feet and coiling around the brunt of your force... every inch emphasized and timed, so precise that it staggers me--- robs any chance of regaining a breath or stealing purchase... no ounce of composure you allow between us both and the ferocity of your delicious urgency... and yet... even then... there's care there--- it's palpable in the way you behold me, the way your hooded eyes chance such a lovely glance at someone so beneath you... literally--- or the way in which your arms keep me steady, guiding and soothing... no true intent to harm anywhere near your being, and it touches me... seeps deeper into my cavity than I'd care to admit, and the swell of pride I'd once held so fiercely seems to disappear*
--- Wen--- Ngh! I--
*I've reached my endpoint, hurtled towards the precipice of relief and the zenith of tainted pleasure, when through the fog of lust and heavy panting I hear those words that snaps my eyes open... the phrase that stills me, even as you continue to move... something I could never expect, had never desired to hear from anyone... for there was no place for such a thing in my line of business, no meaning of "love" that I've bore witness to... so I expect anger and disappointment--- even irritation--- to arise at the confession... I expect myself to stop you, to claim that we've gone too far... to be the adult here...*
*but... I can't bring myself to...*
*as disgusted as I am with myself at that moment, I can't imagine pushing you away, can't bear to dwell on the emptiness I'd once been before you'd ever cast a single strand of attention my way... and thereafter, the focus you'd pinpointed, the softened smiles and playful gleams that dotted your eyes... the timbre that smooths your voice and regales me with the urge to listen... to bask... even the little quips we aim at one another out of our conflicting personas... all without hatred, all out of amusement... and surely adoration*
Love. I... I love you too... I love you. I--- Wenh--!
*tiers parted in a silent gasp, my back arises from the desk's surface in a painful arch as the rips through me, my jolting as streams of decorate my abdomen and paint the skin there just below my collarbones before the exhausted member wilts limply--- my frame tensing, gripping you from the shock of its alacrity (my focus too pinned to your words)*

@Ω☪seo♛inguk *I can sleep with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us. fingers as rough as cold stones warm up as they near you-- not an ounce of coldness offered for you and all there is given is warmth, love- and whatever the word can possibly put on your silver plate. tendrils sprawled around your skin, sticking the the natural sweat are the first ones i push away- and its then that i watch-- as if one is gazing at the most splendid star that had shown upon universe--- and in the rocky way we drove on, car bumping constantly against the sharp edges almost ready to fall off the mountain- i came to admire you. i became one with the rocky hands of the mountains, wrapping you in the darkness with holes of sun lighting up your way towards the safety. and i would be at your feet, allowing you to take a step upon me as if i am a stair- and i would do it all over again if the prize is a simple tug on the corner of those enticing lips- such a lovely shade of rose red that had its petal touching upon the paleness to make such a color, one that urges me to move forward, lips brushing over yours just the slightest- as if one is tasting the color upon your skin-*
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking, later through the fog and the cobbles, is this the possibility of being anymore for me- am i possible without you, is the world as beautiful- and the answer my mind offers is absolute denial. without the light you carry in your hand, golden, which maybe others will not see,which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose. rose like the lips you own, more expensive as the shinniest blood diamond one had ever found on the dirt on the earth. -my being in laced with yours now- In short, without your presence: without your coming suddenly, incitingly, to know my life, gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind: since then I am because you are, since then you are, I am, we are, and through love I will be, you will be, we will be.*
*and before i thought, if I touch, near the fire, the burn will be pain- yet the fire you offered was nothing but pure pleasure, and as the darkness within my eyes get lost in yours, my hips slides against yours to keep this image of you imprinted there- never a mistake this was- and you- you who did things no one could do- you who made the flower bloom and you who made me lost control of the heat- you were the best of the best of happenings in my life- and even if death falls upon, i may never utter the word 'regret' when it comes to you. and even if the infinite tenderness within is broken by your sharp claws, i shall only love you more, as love is you, me, us inside one word.- and i utter the ones that complete the sentence i held back* i Love you.
*and each movements is harsher, deeper, more passionate to knock against the more sensitive spot inside you, to bring nothing but shinning light beneath your eye lids, and to make love to you- only love*

@Ω☪li wenhan *mercy abounds in very little else but none less than in the touch you sear into these worn bones of mine--- the husk of a man who had sworn he'd lost the right to be deemed as such, now weighed in something stagnant and neverending... engorging in those plump, bow-drawn lips and tangled in the slender fingers that bid me to be steadied, but I'm too far-gone by then... you're an anchor that drags a ship long cast to the tempestuous seas, torrents rocking us asunder though you fight still, aim to calm the weathers with that silken tone that penetrates the thickness of a past I'd rather abandon and... like a lighthouse... you guide me to the shores my wayward self had lost sight of... each puff of breath that bats against the curve of my cheek is lethal, indulgent in promises beneath that warmth that send an ironic chill against my spine and house something in my depths that feels too suspiciously like excitement muddled with bemusement--- and even as you command me to be stilled, though it was formerly such an impossible task, my body is quick to react... to listen as my soul seeks desperately for that sliver of silvery light once more*
Trying---
*is all I can offer, though it's partially a lie as the fear of it all is what staves off the rest of my efforts--- for you settle in me, thick and pulsating and undeniably hot... the sort of scorching feel that makes you tense and leaves you breathless--- the kind that beckons me to enjoy it but it's rather hard to focus on satisfaction with my eyes squeezed shut so tightly--- the severity in the sting enough to stunt my breathing... and then... you move--- as steady as the rocking of those very waves, smooth and patient, though the urgency mounts with each second... inch for inch, there's a burn that simmers along with every movement and I can feel the press of your full thighs against my and--- it's overwhelming what you do to me*
*but for then, I can only hold on--- steering my focus on the symphony of our breaths, in the way you fit so perfectly in my arms--- twined so beautifully like this... no longer much care to give for wherein you end and I begin... the separation something rather unfathomable as of now, but my nails find retribution in the scars they leave in the wake of your crystalline flesh... your s now causing me to stir, to grunt--- my head tilted back, bangs tossed hopelessly in a mess of tendrils along my furrowed brows, lips unable to conceal my clenched teeth... but even then... I could swear you look beautiful like this... I dare to imagine you, swathed in the humble halo of the fluorescent bulbs above with the thinnest rim of sheen against your cheekbones, carmine lips plush and panting, skin kissed the flushing of a summer peach, sinewy cords of muscle flexing and bulging along every inch of your gorgeous figure... the truest imagination befitting Adonis...*
*and perhaps it's temptation to behold this view for myself that bids these eyes to open, but they do--- just in time for the thick head of your to brush an inner core in me that scatters galaxies behind my lashes and bids a shambled sound to choke its way from my lips... and again--- the heat down my nerves, coils around my spine and drives my resolve to dust, and I cling to you then, tightly, trembling madly--- my lips seeking yours out once more in desperation to contain the moans that desire to tumble in the span between us--- a euphoria I'd only ever tasted with you, a high I fear to come down from*

@Ω☪seo♛inguk *Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?. its a mere wonder, what i do too much when im basked into your warmth, a wonder of how you squeezed your hand inside of me and took what was left of the rough soul. the edges so sharp it would cut through ones flesh but then, a single touch, a mere whisper, a small glance and every rough edge had turned into a feather like touch infront of you, against you...for you. And here I came to the very edge, where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning, like the sweet melodious sound of you, like the one single syllable rolling off those pink tiers, like you, like sun, shinning above the clouds in the midst of rain, and what is there more to describe*
*your expression gives away whats hidden inside, the secret sealed within and - the sudden pain of your tight grip upon my skin has me groaning and wincing in slight misery of it- and i cant quite hide away the pain i felt but i do- try to. my hands press on each side of you, refusing to squeeze your any more, not wanting to give you more pain than the one you are in, and i dare to say, fear consumed my being for a second till your voice was kind enough to reach my ear, whispering the sweet words that I've been desperate for since we started, since our bodies decided to put up the fight of dominance and make love, even if it was learned in such a rough, harsh way.*
baby--.... please, arghh relax-
*and as much as i absolutely adore the clenching of your walls, there is this sadness upon your expression i can not bear, one that is clawing at my chest, tugging harshly at my heart strings and pulling me more into you, making me fall more inside you, the wrecked image, such a lovely diamond made after each hit of the hammer against it.*
*but who am i to disobey when it comes to those last words, if those are the ones pushing you out of the circle of misery, then be it. my hips are quick to follow the order given by my mind, as they draw back, almost all the way out of the suffocating heat trying to pull me back in, so harsh it leaves pleasure bruises upon me, ones that i love dearly and then, a small roll and im back in, buried deep inside to create nothing but sweet friction to the wetness that craves for it, and from the heats i have gone through, i know just how easy that craving comes, and just how easily it will lead you towards the frustration.*
*by now I want to see thirst, in the syllables, tough fire in the sound; feel through the dark for the scream you hold in. rough finger tips are quick to slide back upon the heated flesh, just as im sure i wont be delivering pain on you anymore. slow movements against your , in between your thighs just to make sure you are in comfort, even if every ounce of my being is on fire, burning the pit within my stomach and aching for nothing but raw desire and pleasure. and then i dare to move faster, giving you a bit more of the friction you desire, one your body aches for and im sure you do. my eyes are filled with affection and for once its not lust that over powers, its simply the image displayed before me, the beauty that once more manages to take my breath away in single second- and how to breath is such a big question sometimes....*

@Ω☪li wenhan *you are a thread... a figment that coils around my soul and latches against every notch, clings to every angle--- you twine me in desperation and with the softest tug, I find myself suspended and open before you... heartstruck and panting, the musculature curling around my frame, wrung taut and beaded in sweat--- you tie me up and keep me high with a tightness that carves into every iota of resistance I dare think I could offer against you... every moment I'd wasted in a thrash, the throes of lust tangling messily with those of a prey's natural instinct to fight back, render a take-for-take with every movement you initiate... to make you work for it...*
A--Ahf--
*the slew of breathlessness that follows the assault of your digits can't be helped, nor do I think to hold back from it--- my spine arching painfully and fingers scrambling to claim purchase anywhere they can manage; but even then, you don't stop... the pressure builds in my lower abdomen as my prostate is stricken, tingles sending out spasms down my limbs and causing my toes to curl and eyes to roll back, lips parted and fangs still bore to the suddenly heated air-- and I know I'm done in for the moment you remove yourself, leave me empty and at your mercy, something too akin to a whimper nearly leaves my throat... but thank the heavens for the wits I reclaim quickly enough to stifle it*
*pain stings along my pale flesh, my thighs abused by your tender touches and the shock of it is enough to slowly drive me out of my pleasure-driven stupor, eyes blurrily opening just in time to witness the smooth, patient onslaught of your final --- one that staves at my core with something far thicker than your fingers and fleshes out a searing heat within me that nearly knocks me back--- a feeling so familiar that I'm instantly reminded of that day, so many years ago... the only other time I'd been penetrated and by no favorable circumstances... the anguish that pelted my lungs and choked me farther than his meaty hands had, the tears that stung my eyes and clouded my vision before the black-out... the pool of torn flesh that greeted me when I came to...*
*and in an instant, the beast in me returned...*
*with something like a cross between a scream and a tumultuous growl, I lurch forward, my palms digging into your shoulders until even my fingertips have imprinted the muscle there--- effort--- control... I assert what little control I can muster, but my body tenses all too quickly, aiming to reject what I know cannot harm me... not like before... but my mind can only weave enough judgement in lieu of the monster within, and--- by biting down hard into my bleeding tongue--- there manages to return that semblance of my former self... the self that wants this--- that wants to feel again, that wants the relief of control for once--- the self that desires to be unguarded with you... and thankfully I'd spared you any further injury though the sanguine spittle collects at the back of my throat, I can't be anymore grateful that it's mine and not yours*
Move... Wenhan, now---
*I call on you to risk it then, move anyway--- despite the clench of my walls, the last barrier my shaking body refuses to knock down--- but I know that once the pleasure hits, once it becomes satisfying, that there won't be anything left in me to resist you... I know it'll be alright--- so long as I can prove to myself that you're different... special... that this pain will be out of something other than self-centered desire*
You can move. I'll be alright.

@Ω☪seo ingukℋ *its a tug of a war, each side attached to a center of one emotion trying to pull it over the sharp border, the knife holding the result of the game and one that crashes against it, will be cut into small pieces. and its then that the emotions will be penetrated, love casting a shadow over the soul, swirling it around its fingers to tie it into small knots, knots never able to be opened again. i thought of numbness, one that i carried within me, the lack of emotions beside competitiveness and the sudden erupt of them by simply gazing your way- oh how sweet and how overwhelming something can be. How delicious is the winning, of a kiss at love’s beginning, Mind, Soul, Body, all colliding into one, mingling together, keeping the flame of lust burning as bright as the mid-noon sun. cool breath fanning over your burning skin, the love and lust i feel never wearing thin, wrapped safely in your warmth and embrace, far away from any harm, and its lost, emotions scattered all over the place, thrown at your silver plate, but its filled with doubts, you yourself looking too far gone to notice the control you own over me, one that pushed the thin line, broke the lines and borders and awakened the beast hiding the emotions deep within the dark, deep, dirty cave of my numb soul*
never...ever gonna stop....not now...not ever
*such a sight, such a gorgeous canvas painted by the hands of the one above himself, beautiful sculpted curves and muscles displayed to my eyes, and the gaze is allowed to drink up the sight, let the lust fall in the pits of my stomach as the digits dig further inside, brushing constantly against the spot that will drive you insane-- but, the definition of insane would be a question for itself. your lips, filled with sweet poison, sugary taste and addictive scent takes control, and its just another thing i allow, cause its all me, me allowing you to control these few moments and --- i definitely enjoy the sudden bursts of pure energy filled with lust and control, the sudden mask that gets back upon your face- but i still prefer the broken piece of soul i have made before me. Your sweet lust hold me so pure and nothing can tempt me from what I desire. the aching need of everyday's light. for your lust I am nothing but a Slave. and at this moment, in such a sensitive edge holding my trembling limps. i know Love and lust cannot be found without the other. love has a hidden hunger, while lust seeks for comfort.*
*another curl, a harsher combined with more stretching before the inner monster takes over, allowing the fingers to slip out of the tightness. the fingers glisten under the light, wetness dripping from the tip and i bring it up, tongue sinfully up the odd taste and the strong scent, one that has my eyes' color changing for a brief second, and that just shows the amount of effect it had on me, and just the amount of will power owned to not pound away*...wow....
*same hands take a grip of your thighs, pulling you a bit lower before forcing you to attach your limps around me. my fingers dig into the muscular thighs, nails raking down to leave red lines upon the pale canvas before lining up the flushed tip of the heavy length in between my legs. and i gaze at you, speaking loudly with nothing but silence. no utterance of words needed as i brush myself against the intimate spot, oh so carefully allowing it to press tighter, to threaten the ring of muscles for the stretch about to come* relax....*one last word before i break in the walls, the ones you had built so toughly. i slide in, slow, careful yet without hesitation-- too much determination shown to ever stop and a loud moan of frustration slips, displaying the amount of time i took to hold back and not destroy you in the worst way one could. and then, my hips kisses your skin, buried deep inside of your warmth, putting claims on a territory no one else has touched like this*

@Ω☪li wenhan *for all I'd ever known, the puppeteer's most abiding gaiety coiled from not the way his knuckles donned knotted strings... not at all in the silvery drip of stage-lit bewilderment that suspended each balsa wood limb... rather--- the fun of purest form came in the way his darling marionette entangled itself in the web he'd cast--- ball-joints creaking in protest and glass orbs forever unseeing but staining foolishness in its permanence... and should he dare paint delight in the form of rouge lips on that transfixed face, there'd be no doubt at the applauding hands that beheld of his work that this man was a fiend--- a meister of the cruelest arts... and such could only ever be said in the utterance that oozed of pleasure, cloaked in a mantel that foretold every bit remorseless and empowered, and at that I received my first dizzying shot of actuality--- an overdose caught in between the iron grip enclosing my wrists, the chill of aged wood searing him awake--- a depressant that slowed my prickling muscles and lagged at my will... a Halcion that screamed against my nerves and scattered my thoughts into disarray, rendering the fight useless before the build could even precede it*
Wen--- Shut the up. I haven't given you ANYTHING yet.
*but the truth staining the undertones of those words is one that leaks into the pit of my throat and hollows out my lungs when the first moan tears its way past my lips-- unbidden and unwanted, but by now this body bears the marks of a traitor, branded a rogue escaping this anarchy of logic and willpower and every crossroad strung between it... and perhaps that's the reasons my palms dig so fervently into your forearms as you maneuver me forward--- the reason I jolt so helplessly at the delve of your fingers, deeper--- harder--- the tips curling at the joints to wrench out a target I've never acknowledged before--- one that demands every glimpse of attention when your nails brush against it once... twice... before the pads of your fingers collide mercilessly against it--- the moans amplifying into something of a scream... too horrifying and shameful for me to accept, so I cling to the safety of my teeth sinking into my wrist to keep myself at bay... but it's vertiginous--- relentless... the way you work me open to hollow out the resistance before you take that plunge... and what I swear was meant to be misery quickly tips the bow into surmounting ecstasy--- my grip against you now pulling you closer, eyelids tightly sealed to evade the last semblance of reality... how easily, passionately you *
--- Fu--- Ahn--- A-ah! W--- please... don't--- stop---
*and I steal you closer, guide you to my panting lips for a kiss of grief--- anger... betrayal... my tongue laced with the poison of my thoughts... one that is only numbed with the progress you've made... the turn wherein I realize I am yielding to it... voluntarily... enthusiastically, now--- my legs spreading, hips canting so you meet that bundle of tender nerves with almost every of your fingers*
Please--- don't stop. Don't stop--- Don't stop.

@Ω☪seo ingukℋ *a choked gasp, and a release of all the breath i have kept within the burning lungs escapes. the touch upon the sensitive flesh like electricity, burning me up and wrapping me into heat, and its easy to allow the white warmth ooze from the flushed tip of my length slightly, the pleasure overwhelming and distracting and just for a few seconds, i let you will. i let you gain the sweet taste of victory, the victory of making me weak for just a mere second but the fragility only last for a period of seconds, one that can be barely counted as i get a hold of the self control slipping. and once more, the finger works in and out of the wetness, creating sounds of ual pleasure-- and at this point, focusing is hard.* b-but ....I already won
*breathless words that come out with a gasp as i press one more finger against the leaking back door, allowing it to penetrate beside the digit i had pushed inside, the space i had made with the stretch of one finger all over, along with each curve and curl inside of you and its then that i refuse to give you time, i refuse to allow in more control from you and the sole purpose becomes one thing. to watch you become a wrecked mess of moans and pleads for pleasure. determination already at its utmost level at this point and my gaze thick with need, heavy with lust and shinning with adoration. i release my other hand and drop it down to take a hold of your wrist, to stop the intense pleasure delivered wave after wave to my body, wrecking my nerve system way too easily before pushing it aside. i press closer, creating an impossible tightness between us to prevent your hand from trailing back to that spot* no touching, till I say so
*every sense is hightend, so sensitive delicate that the smallest of sounds coming from you causes a flinch of pleasure against my spine. fingers tango their way down your body, and i muster up every ounce of strength to push you up further against the desk, the same hand pressing against your chest to push you back, allowing you- with a little force- to have your back presses against the beautifully crafted wooden desk, one filled with aggravating memories of manila folders, pictures attached with unnecessary info needed to be read by you, and its not quite easy to imagine the pressure of each word you carry, the weight of the image, the perfectly painted mask upon those beautiful facial feathers, the ones painted by the hand of god himself and what else can i do but to adore it.* inguk.....Seo Inguk...you have already given up
*the words are nothing but soft whispers, your name rolling off my tongue like dripping chocolate and all i can do is stare at the being before me. i tug on your hips, making them stick slightly out before driving my fingers deeper inside of you, fingers curling and massaging against the walls that only gets wetter and leaks more with each , and then i add in to the speed, allow them to dive in deeper cause there is one thing im desperately looking for, and thats breaking that last piece of glass you are holding on to oh so tightly*

@Ω☪li wenhan *the truth has a lovely way of undoing the framework of every fabrication I'd so carefully woven--- silvery webs twined of lies, mostly to myself, about how I don't need this... how I'd be different... how I could withstand it... every fortitude I'd crafted with such care around my pride, coming to a devastating crumble around my bloody ankles and it's almost palpable... the weight of control lifting from my shoulders, even as I scramble to reattain it, my fingertips snatching at nothing more than figments of a feigned sense of reality I'd formed to protect myself... but each punctuation of your words is, in itself, a new puncture... the fact that I am in heat... that I am, indeed, 'leaking' and... that you're the one to stimulate it--- that I'm leaking... for you... and I understand then the swell of your own determination, the way you maneuver me with such deft, someone drawn by a purpose coiled so tightly against the notches of his spine... incredible... surmounting... at least, I can't help but think as much as my neck arches into a perfect bow at your will--- the beast within me simmering in discontentment, but not quite as such in rage* It's only--- because it's been so long... *I point out as my throat finds the means in itself to relax, the shortest reprieve I'm granted until that teasing sensation doting along the rim of my swiftly heightens with nothing more than the prod of your finger and I am jolted with a shrill gasp as the digit gently presses against the fluttering musculature there, my lips parted to release the bouts of breathlessness tugging me into silence, the fingers coiled against you now digging deeper into your flesh* --- F-- Fu--- *your command is a simple one, or at least it should've been--- and my eyes are already wide-open, pinned to the saffron curtains draped along the farthest corner--- and I know there's no room for disobedience--- not with the burn of that nimble finger, your slim nail scraping gently along that heated, taut flesh--- not when my body begs for this, yields itself to every touch you so graciously offer... but I refuse to be the only one to receive in this aspect* No. *is the only response I grant through the sealed clench of my teeth before my hands slide down that sloped chest to rest firmly against our neglected members, taking hold of each pulsating, thick into my palms to garner a proper grip--- squeezing your experimentally and slipping my fingers along the length of your shaft, my eyes hooded and drawn to a descent to better focus on the task of painting in my mind the way those beads of glistening effervesce from the flushing tip of your , my tongue darting to lap along the suddenly parched seams of my lips and I can't help but recall the heady flavor that had lolled along my tongue just moments before... and I want to see more of it... be granted ropes of your if it means I've hurtled you so deftly over that edge... and so I begin to us--- both of us as my hands press our smoothly against one another, gliding each flicker of my wrist until enough oozing pre- has collected to slicken each moment--- to amp up the pace until an almost sinful squelching sound billows up from the connection of our groins--- occasional shudders rippling through my form at the feel of your so intimately acquainted with my own* I won't g--- ngh... give up everything in th--- is. Don't ing think you've--- you've won, Wen...

@Ω☪seo ingukℋ *the way you utter my name has so much similarity with hot, liquid gold poured upon my being, and it shines, it ignites the hidden beast within, one that i had held back easily, and even while holding the beast now, the blunt force i used on your wreckless behavior towards me was enough to make a mess out of the front you had built, one that i see breaking with each passing second. the precious time spent on you, you that im starting to adore, the image of the melt and the scent of you so seducing it burns me up. and then comes the bite, the frustration within the piercing pain i barely feel, mind too clouded to mind the wound and i only press further up against you, length brushing over yours as my hand dares to press between the wet crack* ....you're leaking....for me....your heat craves me...no matter what you try to do... *my voice is rather calm, not trying to show of me winning a trophy, only proving the fact i had mentioned before, and this---you-- being the pure, live proof of the power i own, the hidden alpha within me, even if the status fails me. my fingers are bold, building their way towards the tightness clenching on air, and my fingers feel the wetness, the scent so strong it drives me towards dizziness yet i stand my ground, looking tougher than before, tongue caressing your neck to leave wet lines, allowing the air to caress them gently as my fingers tap against the most intimate spot of you, one you refused to show. my free hand is up, fingers curling around the soft locks to pull your head back, allowing my gaze to eat up the sight of you, so submissive, so...pleasant....so ready to be filled, with emotion, with love, and with....lust* you should be illegal.... every inch of you
*and then i do as i wish, do what i know might start the inner anger inside you but, one thing for sure, is the scent of lust i know will overpower, and maybe thats the reason i'm bold enough to do as i wish. bold enough to allow my finger to circle around your rim, drawing teasing circles just to check the wetness of the area before adding a slight pleasure, and the rest is an easy slip inside the tightness and a loud throaty groan pulled from me, cause i can only imagine. the feeling of being inside you, and not just with a single digit thats penetrating past yours tightness. for sure i know, you wont resist, and being an omega that had been through heat more than once had gave me enough experience that resisting is almost out of question...almost, as i see myself as one big exception. but at this point, when i have built the building so tall, worked you up and thrown in every ounce of tension, its impossible. not just for you, but for me, and i wont allow you to run away from this-- from me. from the passion i want to fill you with. but even then its not enough, i wouldnt stop till i have you begging, saying those couple of words i want to hear- and the patiency i have is the one connecting directly to my pride, so i allow my finger to slide in and out, creating an agonizingly slow pace for you* look at me...Guk...Look into my eyes....

@Ω☪li wenhan * the fall must appear as nothing short of lovely to you... the stone pillars wherein I've built myself so high, briefed a temperament as unyielding and forceful as I could possibly manage... the strength, the wherewithal to dominate... to uphold and restrain... the urgency to appeal to such collides with the brute force of my lupine beast emerging and the snarls roll past my lifted lips as thunder does against the murky skies--- my eyes stark against your casual frame, but the ease in which you stand sends something shivering within me... tremors of rage at how little my efforts seem to be proving, inconveniently and rather ironically shattering pieces more of my control with each snap of the seam--- and so it should come as no surprise that I'm handled so easily by you... that the brunt force of the desk's unforgiving edge marring the tail of my spine should be nothing, as are the arms that trail aimlessly around my torso until they catch a hold of a prize I'm still not willing to acknowledge, much less give up---* Get the away, Wenhan. You already know I--- *the voice... so carnal and lethal, rugged and rusty from the strength of the growl ebbing with it... and it's a pity that it too is so blatantly shattered the moment I feel the first drag of your fingertips against the seam of my cheeks, the pads of them barely brushing against my glistening hole and the effect is immediate... so terribly sudden that I'm stricken with utter horror by it--- my pupils dilate, taking in everything at once but only needing to see one thing... to see the dip of your jawline as it tucks in against my neck... my blood pierces against the vessels that restrain it, a boiling sensation that suddenly flares up each pore dotting my skin... too fast--- too soon--- and all of a sudden a wave of dizziness sweeps over me that has my eyes rolling back, my body bracing against yours for all but a moment but even that--- such a sliver of surrender--- is a detriment to my pride... but my fingers coil inward to grip you, my head tilted to steady against your shoulder and it takes everything in me--- everything--- not to grind back against your touch* I don't--- *this voice now... such a comic contrast to the one a mere few minutes earlier... the crack that breaks the midpoint of it is hollowed out with my weakness--- that which I'd been hiding for so long... what I could never escape from: nature* I don't. I don't. *and it's all too apparent that this mantra is meant for myself, even as my teeth sink once more into your flesh--- a bite woven in frustration and desperation all at once and polished off with the throes of a lust I've staved off for too long a time for me to prove resolute... the only true form of fight I can put up now, for even as my mind barrels my nerves with the will to break free, my body has severed the ties... cut off all forms of communication in the means of receiving... of relieving the sensations that surge impatiently within my heated core... and I know I could never beg you--- one last remnant of obstinacy willing this much to be true* Wenhan--- *I'll never concede to it--- no matter how often you ask in the future--- I know I'll never accept that silvery wetness present at the lower rims of my eyes as I muttered your name, leashed in a hormonal frenzy and spent in exhaustion from a will that was falsified by my own biological makeup*

@Ω☪seo ingukℋ *its funny, absolutely hilarious on how you fight to take over, to try to over power and i simply allow you to play your little game a bit more, allow you to 'think' you can take it when i'm stronger, my senses sharper and my muscles more built than yours, and up to this point, it had been easy to notice i can over power your soul, cause the small moments of submission ,and even that graceful fall on the carpet spread across the floor was enough reason to allow in the thought of being able to break the ice, and then pull the shiny gem out of its locks to take it, steal it-- keep it to myself. the scent only grows stronger and i allow my hands to lay limp besides me. i give you the permission to rip everything in urgency, and its that urgency you have, to prove yourself, the determination i see on your eyes, the mask of power that's holding you up on the king's crown that shows the weakness beneath. and i wonder in the back of my mind filled with fanatasies, if you know, its only because i allowed it. a shiver wrecks down my body, the touch heated upon my skin, causing visible goosebumps forming upon my skin and im sensitive, pleasure built up at its highest point and im flying just above the clouds as i let your lips take over mine, allow your hands to roam on every expanse of skin exposed to you, for you and those bruises, a mark where i can be filled with proud to show them off. but i pull my lips back, a simple, almost amused laughter slipping past my lips and then my hands are at work again, busying themselves to pull you upon my embrace, burying you in the tight hug to feel you against me, as if i want to push the two bodies, two souls into one, make a combination filled with prideful sarcasm, hidden sadness, and pure lust and admiration, truely a work of art.* baby.....stop resisting....you cant do this...not till allow you....*and my voice drips of nothing but tranquility, control, utmost power.a tone of voice i used through out every single day of living between the family of overpowering people. and then i return the shove, one harder, harsher to have you press against the desk once more but this time, my arms are quick to push the stress towers off the wooden desk, allowing the papers to fall into the air and onto a carpeted floor, making a bigger mess out of this place, a bigger mess than you yourself. and my hands are quick to find their way to your pants, pulling harshly on the belt just to rip the front of the fabric, allowing it to fall off* baby...i will do as i wish, and i will make feel like no one else have...*and its dangerous, almost as if im claiming territory but its a wolf's instinct to do so. but then, there is the sugary promise hidden beneath the words as i claw at the rest of the fabrics upon your body, stripping you off of restraints, ones that you yourself have put and then....my hands press right against those cheeks, on the place where i saw you break in my hold for a brief second, and this time, i will have you crash for me as my fingers dig into the squishy flesh, tugging back and forth before those playful digits draw a line in between them, wanting to feel the leak upon my skin. the smirk, the pride of pulling you on the edge with me then shows*...you want it....you know that...we both do...

@Ω☪li wenhan *The ease in which the vermilion carpeting is ripped from beneath my knees snatches my breath and leaves burns in the wake of my skin--- skid marks that tell the tale of a noble who'd knelt before a foot soldier if no less than to entertain him... only for that soldier to wrench away that glittering crown and velveteen cape and call himself king... It's honestly the only comparable feeling to the chill that settles in my gut the moment you freeze, my own body stilling in tandem as I notice the slightest flare of your nostrils... and I can't breathe--- can't think when you announce your discovery, as if I'd been called out in the midst of the Colosseum, blood and shame staining my toga... But before I can even counter, perhaps salvage what little dignity I could manage to scrabble for, I'm on my feet with the edge of the desk biting deep into my lower back* --- *and it's then that my power slips from the tips of my fingers, my spine arching and a shuddering gasp ripping from the bowels of my lungs at the slightest touch of your hands against my backside--- sensitive... a tingle that flurries out amidst the flesh of my cheeks, one so shocking that I fight to break away from even contact with the desk. It's been so long... too long since I'd been dominated--- and even then, that time before had been by... 'that' man... I could hardly count that, hardly even wish to acknowledge it--- so the sudden ease in which you reverse us doesn't surprise me, as it shouldn't... I'm ill-prepared... Heart thudding, beating out an escape against my ribs... My hormones setting out a warpath in my dilated blood vessels... everything fuzzing over, yet clarifying all at once... the newest sensation... Pupils thickening, blown and unseeing... and a growl, low and predatory eases out... my one, last warning* And if I said 'yes'? *the voice that escapes is hardly my own, but I shove you back anyway, refusing to revert to a whining submissive just because of this turn of events... No--- no, if anyone's going to be bent over and howling, I'm determined to make it you. My fingertips lower to coil around my dress-shirt, ripping it off the rest of the way until it's barely clinging to the slopes of my forearms, falling to the floor in the most graceless heap... And now you--- stalking towards you, I crash our lips together, my hands working, barely fumbling to tear down your pants the rest of the way--- palms spreading out along the gracious expanse of thighs... those sinewy abdominal muscles... everything--- perfect and silken, and... not at all marred, save for the occasional bruises my fingerprints leave or the garish wound I'd given your neck earlier... and I suddenly feel the need to take on the responsibility in fixing that... decorating you with scars, ensuring you don't walk out of this in the same fair perfection you'd wound into it with*

@Ω☪seo ingukℋ *the pleasure shoots up my spine, and it feels as if its too much, too overwhelming and it keeps my sanity at the edge, but not strong enough to push me over, yet not weak enough to pull me into safety, simply a state of madness where i get lost in the heat of your mouth taking in the length as far as it can-- and then the sight below, even gazing down is a sin, and i feel like i can burn in hell for this but if this is what i'll feel before im thrown into gates of hell for punishment, i'll surely take anything, even if it contains a burn of metal against my skin, cause nothing compares to wave of tidal heat crashing into my body. and in the back of my mind there is this wonder of how many had the pleasure of getting such an action from you, but even if it pulls a possessive growl out from the back of my throat- i still know no one should be able to do what i will do to you against the desk filled with manila folders, a boring touch to the whole room that only delivers the feeling of stress, and i want nothing more than to scatter them around off the desk and attach a memory to that wooden , one you wont ever be able to forget as i mark your room, fill it with the combination of two wolves growling for pleasure and release. Omega, the word that does not quite look much like you, if anything you are too similar to an alpha and its a situation where i can compare it to my own, an alpha looking male wearing a mask and stinking of one cause of the surrounding of the people that attach themselves to me, yet with a deeper inhale its a fact given away. the sudden roughness, deepness and amount of tightness added to the throbbing length standing hard within the heat of your mouth pulls a loud moan out from within my throat, one that almost echo through the room* f- Guk ahh *and i have lost control, sanity slipping as each muscle clench and flex with the bliss thrown onto my body. each and every sense on high alert, inhaling you from within and its then when my eyes snap open, widen from the sudden thick scent of lust penetrating right through my soul. a chocked breath as i tighten my hold on your head and pull you off the pulsating length* guk........you're leaking... *the words slip out so easily, the scent so strong it brings in dizziness and a new wave of power. my hands grip your arms and i have you on your feet in seconds, body crashing into yours right after to push you back against the desk. my head falls against your shoulder, sharp inhale of breath to take in the deliciousness coming off of you and my hand lose its control, going right down below to the flesh i desperately want to penetrate, to adore and worship in every way one can. a rough squeeze as my other fingers gracefully work against the button and the zipper of the annoying fabric preventing me from eating you out in every sense. my breathing becomes even more uneven, at this point, its hard to grip the control one should have and i can only wonder how hard it might be for an alpha*....are you that ?

@Ω☪li wenhan *in another life, this scene would be so comically different... the time wherein I'd last knelt for a man was too far-gone for me even consider, and yet my knees carve out the soils of my dignity into the looped carpeting beneath them, the buds of my fingers leaving prints into the wall from the tenacity in which they opt to curl--- and the taste of you colliding with the fervent way in which you grip my locks provides no means for me to calm myself... it's arousing... far more so than I'd ever care to admit, especially in this state... with the brunt of my lengthened canines too proximal to scraping the baby skin of your dripping , my tongue an idle mind of its own as it swirls around the head and laves a trail along the shaft; but the irony in your petname, as 'cute' as you could think it to be, beckons out an eye-roll and I know that I'd have released you from these grimacing lips were it not for the grip you kept tangled down to my roots; and in my mind's eye, as I begin to move... to bob my head and take you deeper, I still foresee myself as the one to soon overpower you... to lift you into my arms and you graciously against the paperwork lining my desk like rose petals on a newlywed bed... I can't fathom anything other than such, especially with the carnal lust of my inner beast roaring for me to go faster, be merciless... and so I do; with little warning, I hollow my cheeks so tightly that the suction draws out rivulets of come to stain the back of my tongue, sweeping that soaked appendage against your vein as I advance until the tip of my nose is planted in the curly patch of hair arising from your groin... willing the strength, the control, to pry a single hand from the wall in lieu of cradling the ball sac dangling just beyond your lengthened member--- my fingers working eagerly to massage the skin there, contemplating the fullness of it, the weight as it jiggles in my hand, the desire to delve in for a taste of that as well... and perhaps my concentration had severed for too long, for it seems in the next moment, your tip rams rather bluntly against the back of my throat-- my uvula, a mere punching bag for it-- and I choke, throat tightening and both hands flying to your hips to brace myself... the sting painting my eyes summoning a wet, blurriness I refuse to acknowledge... and that's when the first trickle makes itself known... a sensation that bids me to freeze, eyes slightly widened and lips still curled around your member... the omega's plight during such a time as my heat... the leakage of fluids casting out a tiny drop that leaves a trail of warmth that caresses my entrance... and the damned scent that accompanies it--- God could only know how desperately I beg for you to not have picked up on it*

@Ω☪seo ingukℋ I do..every morning...in the mirror *I don't think i can ever move my gaze away from the sight below, the one you have offered me so easily, and its the fact of you're gracefully sitting infront of me, playing with the harsh fabric of my pants and simply taking your sweet time with each movement that pushes the frustration i feel towards the edge. sweat forms upon my skin, the hard muscles glistening in the light and i want to over power you in every sense, to claim every inch of the skin displayed for me, skin as beautiful as a red rose on its full bloom, and as soft as your finger tracing over each petal slowly. the sudden freedom from the restrains has me letting out a choked gasp. eyes roll back, head once again thrown against the wall and it takes will power, lots of it to force my eyes open, to allow the eye lashes-- slightly wet with pleasure-- to look down upon you, on the position so wrecked yet--- so powerful, and the power oozing out of you in every sense is the main reason for me wanting to take it, wanting to consume every bit of it and just- spread open the beauty of this book thats been gripping on the dusts left alone in the top shelf of the library, but thats just a weird imagination the penetrates my being, just like the other ones. everything stops, as if the time has halted for me to try to regain back my senses, but just as im sure i have a grip on them-- i can only watch the sudden stretch the thick meat cause for you, opening those chunky lips to take it and--- -- sweet lord, the heat, the sudden heat and tightness, along with the wetness surrounding it knocks the sense out of my soul. rough fingers slide down, brushing in between those dark locks to grip-- and then a soft caress against them just to watch you, a gesture to say how good you are, how ing amazing you are at just allowing that mouth to work its magic against my thickness, throbbing hard inbetween your lips, precum drop my drop upon your tongue- and - i can only imagine...just for a brief moment, how it would feel to be 'inside' you, taking you in the most delicious way one could. the hand on your hair flies, though now both hands are close, warmth of my rough fingers stroking over the puffed skin of your cheeks before gripping your head, unable to take much teasing at this point*....look at you....so ing gorgeous with my in your mouth...you should see yourself my little boy *and my voice is filled with admiration towards you- and even if my voice can be a mere lie- my gaze isnt, brown orbs that are locked on yours refusing to close and then i slowly push in, small roll of my hips to urge you to take in more, challenging you to see how much you can handle and with one particular roll, i have the mushroom head stroking over your throat, a demand for more attention from you* ...

@Ω☪li wenhan *resolve stains the blunt of my fingertips that curl tightly into the strained fabric of your pants, slowly prying them down by the folded hem, inch by inch... revealing a pesky layer of fabric that nearly has me growling at the sight--- looping your pants around those brawny thighs in favor of gripping your boxers--- my eyes stationed on the prize tented and twitching before me... proud and strong, thick and perfectly curved against its merciless confines and the sight alone already has me salivating...* Clearly... You don't see yourself... *murmurs gently at the comment you make towards me, evading it with the awe I take in, and gently, I peel away this final piece to unveil that erect, column of flushed, pink muscle... the vein, so engorged, that I can visibly see it pulsating and by then, I can't help but release the strangled grunt from my lips... lips that bear the softest kiss of gratitude for every being in existence that aided in the creation of such perfection... something so beautiful as the swollen, rubescent head of your --- now dribbling in just a few spare droplets of pre---- and I know now... I know for certain... I want to ruin you* ... *without another word, I dip in, silvery breath ghosting against your whilst I hover over it as if to contemplate something that needs no decision... our eyes meet for the faintest moment and it's all that it takes to lock me there--- keep me poised and pinned and desperate to do the same to you, so I part those plush, waiting tiers to take you in... slowly... the seam moistened with saliva... guiding the progression with the slide of my tongue along your underside--- but it's that first taste... potent with sweat and caked in salted pheromones... your essence--- that makes my eyes close, my hands flying to brace against the wall behind you to save your exposed hips from my trembling, claw-bitten grip... and the advance doesn't cease until the tip of your member lazily against the back of my throat, opening myself up to better take you in... to adjust to the length... until that first draw back slips your shaft past my cheeks and I'm left to le teasingly on the head once more, my tongue curling around it--- lapping at it anxiously to guide out all I can of those addicting juices*

@seo inguk /looks at the envelope i have your name written on in my handwriting, brushing my thumb over the coarse paper before i slide it under your door
/walks away as i think about the contents left there, an apology for glimpsing into things i shouldn't but can't help, a warning of the dreams i've head of death encroaching its icy grip on souls here and lastly, the hints of me feeling like perhaps its my time to move on from here
/glances back at the old varnished door you're sealed behind, tugging my hood over my head a bit more in some attempt to hide the scents, not knowing why i bother in the first place, footsteps echoing down the halls so late at night

@seo inguk Hyung, let's get closer~ I want to get closer to my hyung

@kwon hyuk *throws you out the window* o u o

*Throws toilet paper every where*

@jeon jungkook Each step wafted the air, a surmounting breadth that glossed the elder's unwavering gaze, his knuckles blanching but lips so plush and carmine. The younger always knew when he needed a break... Or rather, whenever Jungkook approached, Inguk never spared a moment to push for one... It seemed appropriate to gauge that a moment with this boy was always the answer, an insertion in his rigged-tight schedule that he never minded infusing. And so he took his time, beholding the alabaster curve of that slim shoulder... The confidence that dripped from his gait as he approached, lips commanding what his eyes only begged for... And that was always his favorite part... Breaking this child down, allowing Jungkook a moment to wipe that facade off that was caked so viciously into his skin... To let it tumble to the floor as they grew heated just above it. Even then... And Inguk was a patient man... One who never liked another omega ordering anything of him, it came with the perks of his status. He wasn't like a lust-driven alpha who'd go out of his mind to pin the younger to the ground before he could even get within a foot's distance... He could actually bid a bit of time... But he knew the younger needed this, needed a semblance of control, no matter how falsified it was.

"Neither are you..."

His arm lifted from it's perch to twine tightly around the younger's waist to draw him closer... Bid him in his sphere, the secret world of intimacy that Inguk never shielded him from. "What's this...? Whatever happened to that coy little pup I had whining for me last time?" He was surprised he could even remember so clearly... It'd been quite a while since Jungkook had sought him out, and the effects of the younger's presence now were immediate... But he would control himself--- remain the bigger person here. "Jungkook..." And the name slipped past his silken lips in a sultry guise as he pulled the student down, scooting back a bit just in time to fit the smaller body into his lap... Thick thighs spread apart and straddling his own, a smaller chest flush against his palpating larger one. And with that, Inguk's arms caressed him--- held him there with all the certainty that Jungkook wouldn't be leaving anytime soon anyway. "Tell me this time... Where you want it..." And in his mind's eye, he could clearly envision the other strewn breathless on his desk amidst the wreckage of paperwork... Or even suspended against the window, for all the world to witness his deflowering... But it's not as if that really mattered... He'd never get bored of this boy, no matter where they chose to host their activities.

@jeon jungkook In the span of a morning, he trumped the Roman Empire.

The lacquer tinting his desk was smeared with paperwork, packets that ascended beyond The Colosseum, pristine pillars of new student forms and meeting agendas stained in crimson ink in lieu of blood. All the while, those twin obsidian orbs glazed over... Ebbing somewhere far in between the persistent whir of the air conditioned staleness and the tap dance of the ballpoint pen guided by sturdy fingers.The letters were holding hands then, conjoining at their fuzzy edges in all shades of grey until no clause ended where he swore it would... So Inguk paused--- his hand lifting to ease the crease settling between his furrowed brows. He had to build... Keep building... His empire wasn't done yet. With each enrollment, a new brick would be cast out from the flames and smoothed into their own academia of obscenity. And there he was... The Caeserean dean in all his starched tweed and muffled sigh glory... A man with too much on his hands but not enough humility to sweep it away... A man who---- was snipped from the musings of his oncoming headache and pasted back in the golden premise of his own reality. And not a moment too soon.

"Jungkook."

Awakening from the 'Twilight Zone' was never the easiest task, so even then Inguk's voice filtered to him between cotton... Far away, almost as zone out as he'd been just moments ago. He cleared his throat. Ushering the boy over was more of habit rather than necessity. Few could trek far into this school without at least garnering a taste of the student's finesse... Spritely and demure, but nonetheless tainted with a sinful sensuality that even caught the framework of Inguk's lingering gazes. He was almost disappointed to see the other in such a state of coverage, the thought of what desirous ambrosia in the form of moonbeam skin and sinewy muscles was enough to distract him more than his work had. "Can I help you? I'm a bit busy right now..." As if the paperwork barricading him weren't any indication. Yet, even then, Inguk fully expected the other to make himself at home... Stretch lithely against the bend of the chaise lounge's limb-- feline and agile and ready to be debauched. Wait--- No... No, he had things to complete. Files. Notices. Manila folders was the closest he'd get to the downy white that perforated Jungkook's skin, so he'd make do... He'd calm himself...

This time.