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@♔ leilani dairoenkul〘ʟᴀɴɪ〙ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ Four months. That's how long it had been since the last time he heard his name fall from those lips. The lips whose soft touch and sweet taste have plagued his mind every day in their absence. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, not now, not when he had realized things. But there was something so familiar about this situation that he couldn't help but easily fall into the dance with her once more.

He didn't even have to think about it before his arms were wrapping around her slender waist, pulling her impossibly closer as his lips claimed their prize equally, or perhaps even more so, hungry. If he were to allow himself a moment to consider, he would have pulled away and stopped them before they got lost in their frenzy. But he knew she was a drug to him, always had been, and he had been depraved for too long. Nothing would stop him from claiming what was his once more, as his lips traveled to her neck a smirk pulling at the tiers as they dipped to playfully nip at the cleavage peeking at him. "Hello to you too kitten."

@✵ nam jaejin〘ᴄᴀsᴘɪᴀɴ〙ˣ.ᶜʰᵃᵒˢ this shouldn’t be happening. but then again, nothing else seemed to be going right at the moment— and the only way that lani could think of to fix it, was of course, by yet another decision driven by her horrid impulses of nature. impulses driven by a almost vexatiously carnal hunger that almost always lead her over to the one person she knew would come to her aid. “caspian,” the dancer called out to him, struggling to catch her breath for she had been rushing.

at first she had paced herself, not wanting to seem all too desperate but soon her steps quickened; hesitation wilting over time like a delicate flower desperate for its fix to survive, until she ran. past the elevator, through the corridors, and soon into his arms where she would claim the man’s lap. their lips colliding harshly in an impatient pursuit.