"Friends don't kiss each other..." he whispered softly, sucking the skin below your ear, making you moan under him, "but we fuck every day."
What began as a mere curiosity quickly spiraled into a compulsive addiction, an uncontrollable obsession...
...
"Why don't I help you to relieve yourself from the stress of the whole day?"
Sunghoon's low whisper sent a shiver down your spine and your fingers clutched his shirt above his chest. He glanced at your grip and then met your eyes, chuckling when he pecked your lips, not pulling away he murmured into it.
"Still don't trust me?"
You shook your head, not finding any words to speak. He pulled his head back to stare at your face.
He brought one hand and measuredly wrapped around your throat, giving it a soft squeeze while maintaining an eye contact with you. A little gasp left your lips when he gave a gentle pressure and the other hand intertwining with your hand, your other hand gripping his shirt.
Again, that same fear in your eyes. He loved it. Fucking love it. Only, this time, it had a glint of excitement behind them of what's coming next.
"Hoonie...you really want me to trust you?" You asked softly.
He smiled, a genuine one, nodding his head, "I want my love to love me. To trust me. There's nothing else that matters. Only your trust and love that actually makes me feel better."
"Then, I trust you, Hoonie. Just don't leave me."
He kissed your forehead, "Never. I will hold your hand forever. You are always mine."
A little smile appeared on your lips and that pulled him to attach his with yours, the back of your head pressed against the wall when he deepened the kiss. The desperation, desire and a subtle smile was evident.
Sunghoon's gaze darkened, his eyes smoldering as they flickered between your lips and your eyes. "I missed you so much...so much," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, stealing your breath away. The kiss was soft but quickly grew desperate, full of pent-up desire. His hands gripped your waist firmly, pulling you flush against him.
"Sunghoon," you gasped when he pulled back briefly, his forehead resting against yours. He smirked at your breathless state, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip.
"You're so beautiful like this," he whispered before diving back in, his lips capturing yours with even more fervor. His hands roamed up your back, gripping you possessively, until one hand tangled in your hair. He tilted your head back slightly, his control over you undeniable as he trailed his kisses down to your jawline.
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"Do you know how happy I was to see you at the airport?" he growled against your skin, his voice sending shivers down your spine. His lips moved to your neck, sucking gently before nipping at the sensitive skin.
A soft whimper escaped you, and he groaned in response, his teeth grazing your pulse point. "That's it," he muttered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. His hand slid down to grip your thigh, lifting it slightly to wrap around his hip as he pressed you firmly against the wall. "Don't be scared. I'm here."
