#1 TOXIC SERIES
It's the typical Enemies to Lovers story, flavored by yours truly.
Raised in the same neighborhood and social circle, Minho and Hyunjin know each other far too well. Both families are well-known chaebols with deep roots in the South...
Just a few words short from 4k. Say thank you author.
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My chest. My stomach. Everything was covered in sweat. I was trying to catch my breath, oblivious for a moment that I still lay sprawled out—totally spent—on Lee's lap. It was when his hand moved that I noticed mine had covered his, holding my cock. And that I could feel his warm breath going through my hair. Fuck, and he was still hard beneath me.
"Just give me a second," I croaked out, my throat in desperate need of water. But Lee didn't respond. He didn't move. He only let go of my softening dick to lay his arm on the armrest.
There was a flickering in my mind. And just like that, it was gone again. But the image was clear. It was a fantasy. A wonder, of how it would be to go down on Lee. I had a long list of sexual specialties—cock sucking wasn't one of them. I let Yang do the honor of bettering his skills. It was never an interest of mine.
But Lee made me curious. He did not once give me the feeling he wanted something in return. He got me off and then he left. At first, I thought he was not attracted to me in a sexual way, which battered the crap out of my ego. But feeling him now was gluing everything back together.
It gave me a spurt of confidence to maybe get more out of this. Everyone knew I always wanted more.
My right hand moved over to his thigh, feeling incredibly muscular, and flexed beneath my touch. I squeezed above his knee, then rubbed back and forth.
"What are you doing?" Lee spoke against the shell of my ear. I angled my head, which still rested on his shoulder, to face him. His dark gaze peeked through his disheveled hair, all fucked up by having it pressed against my back earlier. The thought of his lips on my skin, and now seeing his lips up close, made me tingly inside. My tongue flicked over my lips, wetting them, and zeroed in on his. "—Hwang?"
"I'm just wondering something." My voice was a bit lost, groggy, as I spoke near his lips. Lee studied me with blown-out pupils. I bit my lip, physically restraining myself from devouring him on this loveseat.
"And that is?" His breath inflicted a chill rushing down my naked body, which was losing its hot aftermath it got from coming.
Never losing eye contact, I made it somehow work to flip. I knew I was going to give his black sweats white stains. The thought I was in some way marking him exhilarated me.
As I straddled his lap, my hands dangled over the backrest of the chair, and caged Lee's head with my arms. He had tilted his head up, watching me attentively, and rested it against the cushion.
"What do you want?" He rose a brow at that question. I leaned in a bit closer, searching for his warmth because I was shivering by now. Lee must have noticed, seeing that he moved his arms, letting the thick fabric of his sweater touch my sides. The pads of his fingers wandered over my back, pebbling my skin even more; he was thinking.
