@f8less inspired: ❛ you could never hurt me. ❜ @ kyung ha HA
continuation of x
it is what it is until it isn’t. twenty-three years seem like a step closer to finiteness and Kyungmin embraces it, mind clear and ambitions high. yet right here, under the covers, with Lev’s body pressed up to him and the warmth of his touch trailing down the sensitivity of his waist, reality blurs. his heart is not supposed to twist as Lev hides his face in the crook of his shoulder—it’s not supposed to stutter and then race as closeness transforms into territories ahead of his imagination. it’s too late to back down—he could never; not when Lev stands right there, afraid and uncertain making Kyungmin’s heart leap and speak before his mind catches up with it.
such is the power Kim Lev holds.
attraction is simple when ground to the basics. like chemistry, the equation works or it doesn’t. Kyungmin’s lips find their way to Lev’s mouth and the kisses they share transform into a language of longing. his body fizzes as their kissing deepens. fingers are buried in the softness of raven strands and every single nerve of his body is ignited with greed and recklessness. Lev moans his name into his ear as lithe fingers find their way around his shaft, Kyungmin’s head begins to spin as he smiles, dangerous, possessive. fingertips trail down, tease the crown as he licks his way into his lover’s mouth. it’s easy to find his way on top, to press Lev into the mattress and pin him under his weight. Kyungmin takes a look down, sees his young lover looking back at him and it's so fucking much because lust should not lead to thoughts, desire should not transform into anything else but hunger. he noses the line of his jaw, hips grinding down in the familiar rhythm he wills himself to get lost into. thunder flashes outside.
❛ could we… ❜ Lev asks as Kyungmin’s teeth graze the column of his neck. hands settle over his hips and it should be scary, that the blond can tell what Lev is trying to ask from him, what’s making his ears redden even more as hips buckle into Kyungmin’s cruel playfulness. it should be scary that Kyungmin is eager for this, that he knows he will not say ‘ No ’, can’t, doesn’t want to.
he wants this part of Lev to be his, always, no matter what.
❛ are you sure? ❜ the blond asks even when his mind is a thousand miles away thinking of the best ways to break Lev apart, of all the ways he can drive himself in, take his name and carve it into the younger’s soul, brand it with fire and make sure it sticks and doesn’t go, ever. ❛ what if I hurt you? ❜ and he’s not uncertain. eyes glimmer, eager to watch what Lev wants him to see. it isn’t sweet—it isn’t kind to be this covetous.
❛ you could never hurt me, ❜ Lev whispers. Kyungmin can see it, Lev’s heart on his eyes, on his sleeve. his core trembles and he should know—he should admit that…
❛ alright, ❜ he murmurs, the tip of his nose brushing Lev’s. it’s a little moment, a second of connection between greed, lust, and l— and everyone will have to live up to Kyungmin’s mark.










