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@j. taekwoon You don't have to wait any more. Ever. /my voice remains just as low, soaked through by alcohol and lust, and I hold your hips in my hands as I hear your request; inhaling through my nose in a hiss, I my hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room/ Taekwoon-- -- /as you spread your legs beneath me, my hands leave your hips and run between your thighs to lift your lower body to a better angle as I claim you as mine; each comes quicker, my hips meeting yours audibly, harder nearly each time, and all caution tossed to the wind as your walls practically massage the length of my , plunging within your heat/ You're so ing y-- and you're mine-- you're all mine.

@k. wonsik /when you bark at me, telling me to breath, your voice deep and intimidating, I can feel my heart pound in response, a soft gasp spilling out of me when you squeeze my hips, your filling me/
It's been so long - -
/muttering, trying to justify how I'm feeling to you, I reach up, my hands catching your biceps, my fingers digging into your flesh as I slowly rock my hips, meeting your , your slow movements making me whimper when you push deeper inside me/
Go faster, please, Wonsik - -
/too embarrassed to ask you to take me hard, to make me yours, knowing in my mind that we're all but strangers, I give into my body, responding to your touch, wanting more/
/shifting my hips, I lift my legs, spreading them as wide as I can, bending them at the knee, hugging your torso, shamelessly when I feel my walls pulsing around your length/
Please, Wonsik - - I want to be yours

@j. taekwoon Taekwoon-- /my lips release your throat just long enough to speak your name in reply, the reddened skin darkening slightly as the blood from burst capillaries colors your skin like a temporary tattoo just beneath the surface; a soft hiss leaves me at the feel of your fingers tugging at my hair and I fight my first instinct, my hand falling against your thigh just before delivering the retaliatory slap/ Breathe. /with a commanding growl, I move both hands to your hips, rubbing and kneading the flesh, as though it might somehow ease your own discomfort as I slowly sheathe myself within the tight confines of your heat; it's no surprise that you're this tight, and I groan lowly as you spread your thighs for me and I draw my hips back in the slowest rhythm I can manage, hoping that my uncharacteristic patience might somehow soothe you/ , Taekwoon--

@k. wonsik /gasping, my eyes tear up when the head of your pierces my entrance, pushing inside me, my hips growing still as I struggle to get used to the feeling of someone penetrating me, your bite distracting me, the sting of your teeth mollifying the pain I feel at your intrusion/
Wonsik - -
/your name is a moan as my fingers tug at your hair, sharing a little of my discomforture with you/
/trying to control my breathing, I move my hips, bucking tentatively as I stammer a command/
Move now - -
/the fullness of your length filling me takes my breath away, and I bite my lip hard, a few tears, unheeded, slipping out of the corners of my eyes, spilling down the sides of my face, the metallic taste of blood on my tongue announcing that I've cut myself as I swallow my moans, my legs spreading wider as you push in deeper, one simple word expressing everything I'm feeling as you make me your own/
Yes - -

@j. taekwoon /as you buck your hips, the head of my refuses to move and I end up popping past the tight rim of muscle, stretched only by the actions of my tongue; the warmth of your entrance elicits a low groan from my lips and I seize your hip tightly with my free hand/ I need you. /my words, half-whispered, sound with desperation as I hide my face in the crook of your neck once more, and my lips brush over your skin, hot and needy, and craving the taste of your skin like a drug with my body going through withdrawals; the friction of sweaty skin against skin as I push my hips forward, lodging my length deeper within you, leaves me twitching, and I attempt to steady myself by sinking my teeth lightly into your throat, at the spot near your collar and feeling your soft skin fill the ridges of my teeth with a slow, but firm bite, and my tongue slowly caressing the spot in an attempt to sooth the newly reddened skin/

@k. wonsik /your shoulder pressing against mine is all I need to understand that you want me to lie back which I do willingly, my eyes on your face. When I feel your fingers teasing me, slipping between my cheeks, circling my rim, I swallow the moan that hovers near my lips, embarrassed by how needy I am, already craving your touch after such a short acquaintance, wondering why it was so easy for me to throw away all my usual protective behaviors without question for you. Your breath warms my neck when you hide your face there, and I can't resist lifting one of my hands, burying my fingers in your hair, keeping your heat close to me, skin on skin as our bodies rub, a soft hiss slipping out of my mouth when I feel your splitting my cheeks, my hips bucking, wanting your thickness inside of me/ Take me, Wonsik - - I want to be yours

@j. taekwoon Just tell me if it's too much, Taekwoon. /my words are low, hushed, my tone husky and still soaked in scotch no matter how sober I appear in the moment; whatever haze I felt, that pleasant fuzzing of the edges, has gone in favor of taking in the sight of you as I lube my shaft in hand; there's a soft squelch of lubricant squeezed between my fingers as I reach my root, and I shift my shoulder against yours, urging you wordlessly to lie back; the tips of my fingers, coated in a thin sheen of lube, run affectionately across your taint toward the cleft of your , smearing the thin layer of lubricant across your rim before I take myself in hand, my thumb poised beneath the head of my as I bow my head to bury my face within the crook of your neck; unceremoniously, I press the very crown of my between your cheeks with a soft grunt and whispered words/ You have me, Taekwoon--

@k. wonsik /when you drape your arm over me, my heart pounds, the simple action expressing so much, making me feel wanted and protected at the same time/ I can handle it - - /my words are more confident than my voice which shakes a little, not from fear of any pain I might feel, rather from fear that I might disappoint you, dimming the shine I see in your eyes when you look at me/ I can handle it - - /repeating my words more confidently, I look up, watching as you reach for the lube, my teeth catching my lip, my eyes following your every move, noticing how the tips of your fingers shine as you begin to make your slick, my legs curling slightly as I imagine you between them/ Hurry, Wonsik - - I need you - -

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@j. taekwoon Even if you were any trouble, I wouldn't mind because it's you. /my tongue runs through my lips, swiping the last tastes of you from my tiers before I swallow thickly and drape an arm over your waist to draw you closer to me; the crown of my rubs against your flat, soft stomach, and I groan softly at the sensations of every nerve being excited by the feel of your skin against even just mine, let alone my length now pinned between us; your words, however, catch me off guard as you rest a hand on my chest/ Do you think you can handle it, Taekwoon? /ticking up a brow, I consider your form before me, the sight of you enough to keep me hard, but as you shiver I wonder if I'm not bordering on abuse in wanting the same thing; your small plea, and the embarrassment evident in your posture, drives me to reach for the lube resting behind my thigh without a word, my thumb popping open the cap to squirt a small amount onto the tips of my fingers before I cast it aside and slather the lubricant over my shaft between us/ I want you too, Taekwoon.

@k. wonsik /when you lie next to me, I have to bite my lip when I feel your hard member pressing against my hip, the slickness of your pre- on my skin announcing when you move closer to me, your words sending a thrill down my spine/ I want to stay with you, Wonsik - - I won't be any trouble, I promise /embarrassed when my voice shakes, I swallow hard before I risk speaking again. Shifting myself onto my side, I stare into your eyes, my hand unable to resist reaching out to brush your fringe back so I can see you more clearly. My hand comes to rest on your broad chest, your skin tacky with sweat, sending another little shiver through me/ I want you to make love to me, Wonsik - - Please - - I want to feel you inside me /my cheeks burn at my confession, and I bury my face against your shoulder, mumbling/ Please - -

@j. taekwoon /listening to you speak, I lower my head slightly, the taste of salt still on my lips from your sweat and , and I brush my lips slightly over yours in the pause as you blush; when I lift my head, a lopsided smile lifts my features before I move to my side on the bed, my still erect and the head pressing against your hip, smearing a stripe of precum up toward your waist as I inch a little closer and run a hand across your bare, sweat-slicked skin/ I'll keep you safe, Taekwoon-- I would do anything I can to keep you safe. /eyeing your trembling lips, I lift my head slightly and lean in to brush my lips over yours with a faint smile still on my own/ So stay with me, Taekwoon-- you can call that side of the bed yours from now on if you want. But don't feel like you have to do anything.

@k. wonsik /as I come down from my high, my whole body tingling, your lips and tongue only accentuating my excitement, teasing my skin as you slide up my body, my legs spread wide once they fall off your back, I manage to focus my eyes on you, meeting yours, your question surprising me, not used to having anyone care about my feelings/ I - - I'm sorry I came so fast, but it's been so long since anyone - - /blushing, I take a deep breath before I manage to continue/ You made me feel so good, but now - - now I feel content and warm and safe - - it's such an odd feeling. I can't remember the last time I've felt safe anywhere /my lips tremble, my emotions simmering just below the surface/ I want to stay with you - - and I want you to feel good too

@j. taekwoon /as your walls clench about my tongue, buried within you, and I feel the spurting of the sticky, gossamer strands of your from just beneath the tip of my thumb, I slide my fingers down your shaft, pumping your for the last of your expense as I swirl my tongue over yours walls and slowly withdraw to your rim; your sounds are music to my ears, and my own twitches between my thighs at attention before I slowly reach to move your legs from over my back, and rest your feet back on the bedding as I rise over you from between your thighs; snaking up slowly, I run my lips over your smooth skin, lips and tongue kissing and lapping up the salty, bitter seed from where it's fallen/ Taekwoon-- /the salt of your sweat and your fills my taste buds to the point of being nearly overwhelmed, but the satisfaction of being so near you, of adoring you in this way, is something I haven't felt in a long time, and by the time I reach your chest, I run the tip of my nose over the back of your hand and whisper softly/ How do you feel... ?

@k. wonsik /when your tongue pushes deeper inside me, I moan shamelessly, my hand covering my mouth unable to disguise my desire, my body squirming and bucking with your every movement. When your thumb starts to massage the head of my , I smack the bed, my fingers clawing at the bedding, my moans unceasing/ Wonsik - - /your name is barely discernible, mixed in with all the other noises that are pouring out of me. Biting my lip when the tightness in my stomach reaches it's breaking point, I spill with no warning, my spurting out in erratic threads, splattering over my abdomen, even dotting my chest as my back arches hard, my walls clenching/ - - so g-good - - /collapsing on the bed, my body trembling from the strength of my , my mind unfocused as I pant softly, one of my hands comes to rest on my chest as it rises and falls, beads of sweat making my skin glisten/

@j. taekwoon /for a moment I consider withdrawing from you, leaving you to want for a moment and back down from the edge of as you seem so close, though the thought soon passes as you place your feet on my back; with your hips bucking to my tongue, and hand, I point my tongue, plunging it as deeply into your musk as it can go with my teeth pressed against the inside of my lips and my lips pressed to your in the most intimately worshiping kiss; the sound of my straining grunts against your entrance fills the room along with your own pleasured noises; my grip on your tightens slightly, smearing a thin layer of your precum across your shaft until it and my fingers glisten, and I pump in time with the flexing and curling of my tongue within the heat of your inner walls; cautiously, I press my thumb over your slit, massaging the head, while my eyes look past your and balls and up the length of your flat stomach in search of a glimpse of your face as I urge you toward your /

@k. wonsik /gasping when you bite my thigh, your words heightening my blush, my back arches hard when your hand fists my , your thumb teasing the crown, smearing my pre- at the same moment your tongue first touches my tight hole. My stomach flutters violently, my eyes squeezing shut as I fight to remain still, your every move making me claw at the bed, the bedding rumpled by my sides/ I - - it's been so long - - I can't - - /embarrassed that I'm already close, I ball up my fingers, covering my mouth, biting the side of my hand, trying to distract myself. My hips shift when you push my cheeks apart, my legs bending, my knees in the air while my feet come to rest on your shoulder blades, my body bucking toward you, wanting to feel your warmth deeper inside me/

@j. taekwoon /my lips part from your skin just enough to speak, plush tiers fluttering against your skin with compliments delivered between your thighs/ You taste almost as good as you look-- /tilting my head, I nip lightly at the inside of your thigh as if for emphasis; at your words, I slip down, chest resting flat against the bed between your thighs, my cheek pressed to your inner thigh, as the tip of my tongue grazes between your cheeks; I gently release your balls to slip my hand around your , fingers curled about the shaft and my thumb running along the underside of the head and across the slit, dragging precum over your glans just as I rim your entrance with the very tip of my tongue; my other hand slides to your , gripping onto the cheek and spreading you with my thumb to press my lips against your entrance, and softly le the rim before the tip of my tongue forces its way past the ring of puckered muscle, flexing and writhing within your heat while my nose nuzzles against your perineum/

@k. wonsik /my eyes shut when I feel your eyes on me, not used to having someone looking at me so intently, my instinct to cover my body, but I force myself to lie still, hoping you aren't disappointed in my soft body. Each of your kisses makes the excitement growing in my stomach coil tighter, and, spreading my legs for you willingly, I clutch at the bedding that I'm lying on, my fingers wadding the smooth fabric against my palms as my hands ball into fists, your lips and tongue teasing me, my skin on fire everywhere you touch me. When you reach my perineum, I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily, my eyes on you as you settle between my thighs/ Wonsik - - /trying not to squirm, it's a struggle not to lift my hips as your tongue explores my most private places, long untouched, my growing achy as you linger, your lips tempting me with slow, soft kisses that brush over my skin. When you reach my cheeks, I can't help but buck again, my member throbbing, pre- collecting at the tip, a few drops spilling on my stomach/ Hurry, please - - /my neediness is obvious, but I make not effort to hide it, my body yearning for you/

@j. taekwoon /setting the lube down on the bed, I inch down slowly, watching as your skin is veiled by a lurid red lace of arousal; my eyes trace over your skin, the nearly flawless, ivory field of your firm chest and flat stomach leaving me breathless in the moment; at your nod, I lower my head, my lips placing a trail if open-mouthed kisses over your chest and inching slowly down; the trail bends and weaves, my kisses reaching the beauty mark beneath your left , and as I inch back on my knees between your thighs, I gently nudge your long legs apart and press a light kiss to the very inside of your thigh, my tongue dragging down over soft skin toward your perineum as I cup your balls and lift them gently out of the way as my tongue laves across your perineum, trailing small, feathery kisses to the cleft between your cheeks/

@k. wonsik /when you lean over, your hand reaching into the drawer of the nightstand as you press your body against mine, I can feel your pressing against my thigh, my eyes shutting as I my lower lip into my mouth, smothering my moan/ A taste? / my blush spreads from my chest over my throat before reaching my cheeks, and, my face flaming, I stare at you, my only response a slow nod of my head. I can see your tattoo up close, and I don't even realize that I'm tracing it until my finger has traveled halfway up the L, it's permanence intriguing me as I wonder what a love mark would look like on your caramel skin if I was to kiss the broad expanse of your sculpted chest/

@j. taekwoon /my breath comes in short, panted gasps, my chest rising and falling quickly, the ink beneath my clavicle seeming to twist and move from the abbreviated breaths; when you strip me of my boxers, my stands hard at attention, and I only just realize that I'm having a similar effect on you; without a word, I answer your whisper by leaning over you toward the head of the bed, my shoulders pressed to yours and my lips brush across your cheek as I reach for the nightstand, tugging the drawer open, the contents inside rattle loosely, but I grab the bottle of lubricant with ease and draw back, giving it a little shake and upsetting the contents inside; as I sit back, lube in hand, my face still very near yours, my eyes run down your body/ It would be a shame for it to end so quick-- let me have a taste first Taekwoon.

@k. wonsik /when your hands reach for my boxers, I've barely begun to lift my hips when you yank them off of me, the fabric and elastic burning my skin, the sting making me hiss softly as I kick my feet, the unneeded garment falling on the floor. Chewing on my lip, feeling emboldened by your actions, I sit up, my fingers reaching for the waistband of your underwear, my actions more deliberate than your own as I lift the elastic carefully over your , pushing your boxers down your thighs, my eyes widening when I see your hard , my chest rising and falling quickly in anticipation/ I need you too, Wonsik /I can feel my cheeks growing hot as I whisper/ It's been so long for me - - I hope you have lube

@j. taekwoon /the snap of elastic against my skin is enough to elicit a sound akin to a snarl from my lips and I toss my head back, exhaling heavily through parted lips before I lower my head to look at you with hooded eyes, my pupils blown by lust and my head lolling slowly to one side as I observe you with the tip of my tongue pressed against the inside of the corner of my mouth/ Taekwoon... /rising up to rest back on my heels, my resting against your shin, I place my hands at your waist, my fingers hooking beneath the elastic waist of your boxers to begin tugging them down, a little roughly, and not exactly wasting any time in waiting for you to lift your hips for me even as I'm certain the fabric lightly abrades your soft skin/ You look so ing y-- and I need you. I need you now, Taekwoon.

@k. wonsik /your lips begin to travel over my body, and it takes all my strength not to squirm under you, my muscles growing tight as I struggle to lie flat on the bed, embarrassment flooding over me when I hear myself whimpering, my fist no longer adequate to smother the noises that your touch elicits/ Wonsik - - /your name is more of a moan when your mouth reaches my s, my mind trying to come to term with your words as your tongue begins to tease one of the neglected nubs. As I continue to rub your , my toes curling as your hips begin to grind, pressing your rigid against my palm, I tell myself to give in to the pleasure I'm feeling, not to fret about any future we might have. Whining when you abandon my , the raw, wet nub growing even harder in the cool air, I uncurl my fist, forsaking my mouth since it's futile to try to stifle all the noises I want to make, so I can tug at the waistband of your boxers, snapping the elastic against your skin, my need for you, while unspoken, abundantly clear/

@j. taekwoon /as your fingers brush over the letters beneath my collarbone, tracing out the words "You Only Live Once" where they're inked into my darker skin, I groan quietly; my lips brush down your pale skin toward your flat stomach and I press an open mouthed kiss over your / You will be Taekwoon... you're gonna stay beside me... I'm gonna remember you forever. /with my tongue laving the spot, rimming your areola, and flicking lightly at the rosy peak of your , I at it lightly, drawing the skin and between my lips and just hard enough to color your flesh, my teeth grading lightly over it before I let it free from my lips; my hips grind into your palm, needing the touch of your hand even as I spot my boxers with precum leaking from the tip of my into the thin cotton fabric/

@k. wonsik /watching your eyes stray over me, I return the favor, scanning your figure, noting your broad shoulders and toned abs, my finger reaching up briefly to tracing the tattoo that decorates your chest/ I don't want to fade away - - I want to be the one you remember /groaning when you kiss my throat, my body hypersensitive, having been untouched for so long, I throw my head back, shutting my eyes, my fist rising to my lips as I try to control the noises that threaten to spill out of me, betraying my neediness. My free hand boldly moves between us, finding your , rubbing you slowly, a soft gasp warming my fist when I feel spots of wetness on your boxers, knowing that your leaking pre-, proud that I'm the cause/

@j. taekwoon /the moment you're free of the shirt, I lower your body to the bed beneath mine and lift my head, glimpsing your form beneath mine as I toss the shirt blindly from the bed; my eyes rove over your pale, smooth skin, and I dip my head, my lips brushing over your jaw toward your throat, and the tip of my tongue slips my lips as I press a needy, open-mouthed kiss to your warm skin/ I'll keep you, Taekwoon-- I won't let you fade away from me. /there's a possessive note to my voice, though it's evident that it's born of need as my lips brush lower on your body, ghosting down your chest, while my eyes flick up toward your face/ I need you so bad--

@k. wonsik /making no protest when you yank the tshirt I'm wearing off of me, I shiver a little at your words, finding the roughness in your tone exciting. My skin is still tingling where your fingers teased me, and while I have an impulse to try to hide myself from your view, I force myself to lie still, my torso exposed to your view. If anyone else had said I belonged to them, I would have fled in terror, drowning in memories of the government and their control, but when I hear your gruff voice enticing me to be yours, I nod without hesitation, my fingers slipping into your hair, keeping you close to me/ I want to be yours, Wonsik - - I've never wanted anything more /my whole body screams for you, my skin burning wherever the pads of your finger stray/

@j. taekwoon /with you beneath me, I slide my hand down along your side, my fingers inching beneath the fabric of the shirt I loaned you and the pads of my fingers brush over your smooth, pale skin, obscured from sight but by touch alone I can make out the image in my mind's eye/ Be mine Taekwoon... /whispered words leave my lips brushing against your lips as my hand runs over your smooth, flat stomach, undefined but somehow perfect, and the pad of my thumb brushes along the rim of your navel before I push the shirt up, revealing your bare skin to me; when I tip my head down, I catch sight of the outline of your , and I run my tongue through my lips as my hand slips from your cheek to grasp at the hem of the shirt, while my other hand runs beneath you, lifting you from the bed as I roughly tug the thin garment from your torso/ You belong to me...