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But you can’t. The blindfold plunges you into an endless twirl of black, no matter how much you blink to make it move.

You don’t know how your brain functions for your body to be this sensitive. Hair are tickling your chin, neck, collarbone, but they stop and you feel a burning wind right above your breast.

“Jinyoung...” It’s making you impatient. You’re not into games, you hate games when they involve you not being able to touch him. Jinyoung is a tease, this you knew, but not to the point of letting you merciless, offered to his vicious tongue and plum lips.

He is too fast when he licks your nipple, it’s just the tip of a tongue, moist. You jump in surprise and from the intensity of the movement.

“What is it?” he is enjoying his sweet moment torturing you. It’s not how it’s supposed to work but you let him have his little fun. His voice is too sensual to be hushed, and you can almost picture his wide grin, showing how proud he is with himself.

“Let me-” You raise a hand but his fingers stop you before you can reach the blindfold. You sigh.

“Do not.” His tone is more calm now. You’re about to protest because you know nothing about discipline but Jinyoung doesn’t mind teaching and you feel lips on your fingers.

You smile as you blindly search for his face, cupping it. “Please.” You try. It always worked with him. No matter how much of a tough guy he wants to be, he always lets you get away with sweet voices and pecks.

“Not this time.” He announces and you close your eyes in spite of the blindfold. Jinyoung feels it, the way your body contracts, naked under his own, like it’s a pain going through all of your cells. The tip of his tongue plays with your thumb on his lips. It’s so soft and warm, the way he gives attention every part of your being like every fragment is worth the world.

“Fine.” You accept your fate without moving, aware you can’t do anything anyways. He is going to have his way with you and you will love it. He knows it too, because he licks your nipple next, the one he didn’t attack yet, with more pressure. He does it once, twice, trice, until you lift your hips to make him move. He chuckles and hides his face between your breasts, kissing the area and nuzzling the flesh. He breathes in to fill himself with the sweetness of your damp skin and the tongue is back, slow and winding against every pore.

Your skin is a mess, torn between the coldness of the bed and heat of Jinyoung’s ministrations, enjoying yet hating the attention. You groan because you can’t do anything, Jinyoung is going down, tongue out and slippery, leaving nothing of you excepted a fresh thread of cool air against goose humps.

His journey isn’t over and the next stop is the base of your stomach, which he bites gently, grabbing skin and leaving it pink with abuse, before kissing it to make it better.

You hiss at him but his hand taps the side of your hip gently, his mouth too busy to answer. His mouth goes down a little and his movement are more hazardous now. His sides are brushing against your legs as he parts them, letting them rest against his body and blocking you totally. His body is as warm as a young sun, bracing but comforting, tonic yet soft.

His mouth against the inside of your thigh is like a blow to your core. You try to get away but he blocks it, hand brushing all the way from your thigh to your ankle. He lifts it and you guess it’s now resting above his shoulder.

You’re exposed, you know you’re all spread, your most intimate parts to his view but you’re not embarrassed. You can’t see, you don’t know where he will be next, you have no idea about what is going to come.

And it makes your heart go wild with thrill.

“Jinyoung...” You whisper in hope it’s going to make him come up and take this blindfold off your eyes. At the same time, you want it to stay, you want to feel how much pleasure it can give to let yourself go and enjoy his tongue everywhere it can reach.

He doesn’t answer, but you’re not waiting for an answer. You both passed the point of words in such deep situations, too lost into the moment to care about communication.

You’re pretty much very surprised when his fingers go directly between your legs, ticklish. It makes you smile, refraining a laugh that would make him stop to scold you for not being serious.

Jinyoung plays. He loves playing with you, and even more when you answer like this, core already wet and responding in the most delicious ways. He brushes your skin, his head gently resting against your pelvis and his hair are feathers against the thin skin of your hipbone.

His other hand brushes your thigh and it’s too much fingers for you. “Jinyoung...” You whisper once more but he ignores you again, fingers close enough to touch but too far to reach the deepest level of your anatomy.

“Sshh...” Is the only thing you hear. He is too concentrated on enjoying the moment, fingers precise and neat. He finally gives in to you after a while, and you feel it when his finger reach your opening, teasing with just the tip before it goes inside totally, tearing a moan out of your mouth.

You try to concentrate on his movements, but it gets hard to breathe when he adds a second finger, his thumb brushing against your clit at a slow pace to massage it.

His head is gone a minute later, replaced by the now warm oxygen in the room, but it gets stuck in your lungs when his tongue joins the little fanfare on your womanhood, tongue back on working its way over your skin.

You arch your back and unconsciously spread your legs even more, leaving enough room for him to settle completely between your legs, finally reaching his final goal and unleashing his lips over you.

It’s a festival of clapping sounds, soft and long. Jinyoung has no time to let you rest, he wants you to climb so high you can barely look down, he needs you to get hit by a vertigo you’ll remember all your life.

You try to refrain from moaning out loud. You don’t usually make that much sound but today is different, very different. This blindfold makes your skin too sensitive to his affection and since you can’t touch him the same way, your body needs to let your pleasure go, even if it means moaning for all the world to hear.

He kisses your slippery skin with sensual lips, thick and tender. His fingers go faster into you, and his hand can’t stop but go up and play with the forgotten nipple, signalling you he was going to make you come undone no matter what.

You open your mouth when the heat takes your whole body but nothing comes out of your parted lips. Jinyoung is going at full speed, tongue out to lap you and you know he must be wet with your essence by now.

You can feel yourself dripping, and you wonder if it’s a mix of yourself and his saliva, or if it’s just you being so excited your body can’t handle it. You stop thinking about it when the tip of your toes start burning. It’s coming faster than expected and you need it to last, so your hand grabs his hair gently, pulling ever so softly on it to make him lift his head but he doesn’t budge, sensing it might be the moment to finish you for good.

“Jinyoung, Jinyoung Jinyoung Jinyoung...” It’s a mantra, it goes out of your mouth before you can process the fact that you’re about to come right on his mouth.

He hums as an answer and the vibration of his voice is enough to send you over the edge, legs shaking and body freezing under him. Your body is dead, contracted, hard from the numerous spasm but he doesn’t slow down, aware it would make you linger in the feeling for longer than usual. When your body finds the mattress again, you don’t know what’s happening, but his fingers are still inside you, unmoving.

He pecks the burning skin of your core and his fingers are gone, allowing you to calm down. It’s relaxing suddenly, and you understand you’re going to fall asleep very soon.

Jinyoung rises from the bottom of the bed to rest next to you, breathless. He pulls on your blindfold and it takes time for you to get accustomed to the change of light, but you see him instantly, his tiny smile turning all shy.

You snuggle next to him and when he kisses you, you can taste yourself on his lips, still moist. You’re both naked so he grabs the sheet and covers your bodies lazily, his own feeling exhausted all of a sudden.