He nuzzled into your back and pressed his cheeks flushed upon your warm skin, his hands held you in the most intimate touches pulling you closer to him. You knew he wasn't wearing anything but his denims, you could feel the comforting warmth radiating from his bare skin. "Minhyuk." His name fell from your soft pink pout that was still swollen and his heart raced as he clutched on to the silk and lace fabric wanting to peel it off of you in one swoop, except you were shy and held it up to cover your otherwise exposed chest that was mottled by him. "Now I know why you love nuzzling into me when you hug me from behind." He spoke low and raspy as if having just woken up. It was true you'd always do that to him except you always claimed his 'wings' were so soft that you really couldn't help it. Yes, his wings, he had wings that were big enough to envelope you two in a perfect little world of their own, strong enough that if anyone stood in their unfolding path could probably get a concussion, so soft that whenever you touched them your hands almost disappeared within its layers. The very same wings you saw wrapped you gently in a hidden embrace where it was just you and him. His lips left the most tender kisses over the ridges of your spine earning the most sinful whimpers from you and he smiled upon your skin seeing his effect on you. He turned you to face him where your were sat in his lap and he held your hand so you could let go of the fabric, strange how you were so shy when you two just fucked last night. He adored you nonetheless, his ring adorned boney fingers traced the marks he had left on your chest and he couldn't help himself as he leaned in and pressed soft kisses over your soft mounds and up to your love bitten collarbone. You were high on the drug of bliss as your fingers weaved into his dark locks, "Sweet heart you're perfect and beautiful." He spoke in between his peppered kisses, "Please love yourself like you love me." He spoke so sincerely and purely that you felt the confidence and love seep in you, be it temporarily but he made you feel so beautiful and you fell in love a little more with your angelic boyfriend. You called him your angel, he always denied it, said he was just 'a winged being'. You didn't know how or why this concept of a wing being existed but you didn't care, you two loved eachother hopelessly if anything. When he finally looked up at you after he was done caressing your fingertips, he entwined his hands in yours and you saw that gleam in his eyes, mischievous, playful yet innocent and loving. You couldn't help yourself from grinning widely like a lovestruck idiot and he wished he could have reminded you if he hadn't already for a hundredth time, how he fell for that smile every damn time. And you kissed him, his perfect pink lips were always such a soft sweet touch upon yours, you both lost track of time and frankly didn't care when the makeout was just so sweetly divine, you wouldn't mind falling from grace for him..~
