Those eyes opened so fast, so swiftly, it could just've been a mirage. Win had been feeling unberably thirsty, and warm, there was a high possibility his brain had malfunctioned. He could definitely blink his eyes a few time to confirm, but Bright a...
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Euphoria.
Exultation.
Affection.
Devotion.
Uncanny enough, Win felt them all. He lived them, utterly bewildered and perplexed.
A little offbeat but still wonderful feeling.
In a mysteriously unsettling way, he yearned for more.
In just two days.
Short times. Big realizations.
Contentment. Confusion.
Every passing second spent with Bright brought a new emotion, different sensations, thudding of heart and loosing of sense.
The debonair man had Win questioning his own existance.
Starved. They both were.
Befuddled, Win was.
Combusting desire and intoxication.
Icy water and inflamed bodies.
Whitish tiles and dark pupils.
Opulent bathroom.
Silver mirror and reflections.
Win's back on bright's chest.
Golden and pale affixed.
Feathery touches. Stimulating caressess.
Protective grips and possessive bites.
Passion and affliction.
Excruciating pain and unforgivable pleasure.
Salacity. Need. Want.
Bright's touch, velvety soft, fingers long and caresses sedated. Eyes dark. Lips toxic, sewing an arras of peckis kisses and territorial bites atop the pale fabric of Win's skin. Embroidered, Win was. Red and purple.
Goosebumps and flames.
Shivers ran along spines, reaching the tail, bursting into fire, spreaded like a wildfire.
Molten fire coursing through veins.
Skins slapping, wetness all over, sanity lost. Spiralling pleasure held Win captive. Reality evanesced, desires prevailed. Dreams brought to life.
Hips on hips, lips moulded, nipples gnawed and skins sucked. Hands clutched on either edges. The tub, an anchor for enervated hands. Bright worshipped him like a victory. Urgent smacks and tight holds.
Butterflies inside stomach and roses atop pale cheeks, Win glowed with Bright seathed in deep.
Bright swore, he saw rainbow mist oozing out Win's pores. The colours made him look unabashedly ethereal and astounding, painting him with vibrant shades of red and pink.
Win bloomed with beauty, beautiful than he already was, leaving him with a lecherous want to devour him and his existances altogether, over and over again. His erratically beating cardic flesh, the only evidence.
Whispery grunts and inaudible moans, echoed inside the four walls. It was as if the sounds of rose petals opening in a dewy dawn. Silent.
Puckered entrance, engorged shaft.
Attached together with mutual concensus.
Unspoken words, communicating eyes. Understanding and trust. As if they've known each other for seven lifetimes. One demanding, other yelding. Long gazes, short kisses.
Rhythmic pulses and ragged breaths. They spoke through music. Music of love. Lust audible too. Words insignificant.
In a trance, overflowing feelings.
Heaving hearts, loving souls.
Thurst and squelch.
Once.
Once more.
Again and again.
Bright gripped on Win's thigh, painfully hefty. Pulling him down for an ecstatic meet, halfway through. Pelvis and hips affixed. Slapping sounds of lust, flailing in the air. Sweet release, around the cornor.
Tears burning, teeth clenched.
Win bounced on Bright's lap, traumatized but appeased. Bright's lips met his abused skin, distracting him. Whispers of sweet nothings afloat in the air. Smell of sex, screech of sobs. Bright embraced him, leading through the thunderous pleasure.
Rhapsodies of praise.
"So good. So beautiful, baby."
Satisfied moans in reply.
"Please....don't stop."
Sobs and groans in between.
Deteriorating degradation.
"Such a slut for my cock. You love riding my dick like a bitch, don't you?"
Heavy breathings. Eyes shut. Hefty holds.
"Yes....f-fuck me, please."
Whimpers and pleads.
Hands entwined. Animalistic pace. Deeper thrust. Lips locked. Tongues dancing. Louder wails. Bodies shivering. Hands in hands. Basked in each other's fragrance. Oh sweet heaven. Almost near.
Jolts of pleasure crashing down. Ardent flames ignited. Skins afire, burning them both.
Convulsing and shuddering. Milking each other. Riding post orgasmic high.
Tingles shimmered, thrusts slowed down. Held tight, Win trembled.
Bright kissed his temple, embracing him. He did the same. Content smiles, bejweling their face. Both in paradise, solistic peace.
Hearts calmed down, breaths evened out. Holds never wavered, still draped around. Win kissed Bright. On the nose. Bright burned red. Resembled a rose.
Glued, they stayed. Inside the tub.
"Stay in me, for some more."
Win's eyes lit, beholding celestial stars. Hope twinkled and sparkled. Bright was sure, the night sky would burn with jealousy. Lost in those orbs, he relished the proximity. Slave to the carnal pleasure.
"Please."
Hopeful plea and an instant yeild.
"Okay."
An asthetic chandelier hung above them.
Aah....heaven.
Another day passed by, in a blur.
A/N: 🤧 Have written longer version too, might drop it later.
