He wasnāt sure what time it was, but there was no place he would rather be. The bed was warm and smelled of her perfume, the linen soft as the two of them shifted. Bodies familiar with each other, moving in a way that felt rehearsed. As soon as she would turn, heād turn after her, arms stretching towards the few inches of space between them, so he could wrap them around her, pulling her back against his front.Ā
Nuzzling his nose into her hair, and trailing soft kisses across her shoulder and neck, almost absentmindedly, before he would stop, happy just to hold her. But now, she was moving her lips against his skin, face, lips. And Jun-hoo responded by moving his hands from her waist, down to her thighs, grabbing them not too gently before pulling her so she would be more on him, in full control to do whatever she wanted to do. There were endless episodes of doubt, worry, and overall uncertainty. But in these silent moments early in the morning or late at night, when the sounds of the city would quiet down, and then the only thing you could focus on was the person lying next to you, he couldnāt bother thinking about the rest of the world.Ā
Everything else fell away, allowing him to exist in those simple moments, where the āwhat ifsā were left for later. And the two of them only knew the pleasure of lips on the skin, and hands roaming over and under clothes, happy to touch everything and leave nothing to the imagination.Ā
ocseans asked:Ā this is random but... kisses for junghoo from clara š