‘ & god , he tastes like long awaited salvation , the burst of fresh air he’s been waiting for ’ @halogifted
fire burns alongside his body ; sparking , bursting through his veins as lips connect , mashing up desperately against his own ; a newly festered hunger revealing itself somewhere deep within the bright neon gleam of his eyes in the dimly light back room. a growl bubbles up deep within his throat , his hands reaching outward to latch onto the smaller’s hips ; lifting him up into the air like he didn’t weigh a single thing. ‘ minho. ’ a plea , a hymn that flows from parted lips. he is a fragment of god , a marble statue engraved with grace ; but he has never tasted such divine divinity until now.
without a care , the contents that had been placed ‘pon the surface of the counter behind them , are shoved to the ground with a loud clatter ; junho setting the human down on it , so they now kissed at the same level. the wings tied down to his back ache ; they flap desperately against hard rope , shifting under the coat he wore ; nails digging down into the smaller’s sides. but humans are fragile , he is reminded again ; & he pulls back from those addicting lips to allow minho to breathe. ‘ . . . i don’t understand. ’ he exhales , forehead against the others ; the glow of his crooked halo warm between them.
‘ i do not understand why i am suddenly so . . . so , desperate. as if you yourself are the oxygen i need to breathe. but i need not breathe at all. yet , i feel like i must , with you. without you , i feel like i am dead. ’
