#korhong

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Hong Kong tried to refrain from moaning when he felt Korea's hands on his chest. He was so sensitive since he hadn't been touched for several weeks now. Even though they lived near each other, finding a moment for themselves was not as easy as it seemed. Between their own countries' affairs, politics, all these international shits... The more humanity evolved, the more troubles appeared.

But now that they could finally see each other, feel each other, Hong Kong thought that it may have been worth the wait. It felt as if he was way more sensitive and just knowing that Korea was there, above him, and half-naked was enough to make him shiver.

He sighed when Korea's hands moved down and down until he finally took off his pants, leaving him in his underwear. He kissed his thighs and barely brushed them before putting his hands under him, grabbing his bottom and... he squeezed it.

Then he squeezed it again.

And another time.

Wasn't he spending too much time there? As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Hong Kong realised what it meant.

“Please don't say it.” He begged, opening his eyes to look at Korea.

“This is from Korea.” He whispered, ignoring Hong Kong's annoyed groan.