Beyond The Limits 4/4
Pairing : Romeo and Kim Hyung Jun
Rating: M rated, PG-17
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
“I knew you’d feel good” He says removing my hair from my face and tilts his head to kiss my neck again.
I want to feel his skin. I know he has flawless skin; he has to anyway. His undershirt’s buttons undo one by one by my hands and as I do my fingertips touches his cold skin. I feel him tightening his muscles every time I touch him. Just as the last button is undone I pull off the shirt. The bright candle light glows his caramel skin. It’s flawless just as I thought. Not a single mark on it at anywhere I can see. I imagine him as a caramel dessert in front of my eyes and the smell fills my subconscious. The thought makes my mouth water.
“Like what you see?” He asks placing his fingertip under my chin to close my mouth.
I give him a grin. A slight smile covers his mouth; he never smiles widely, ever. I noticed it since the day I saw him. How long have I waited for him to smile widely. If he did I’m sure he’d look heavenly. Should I ask?
I open my mouth to talk but he suddenly rips off my shirt with his nails. An electric thrill runs through me with fear of my skin being torn apart. I let out a loud sigh as he’s done. He doesn’t even notice my fear as he’s busy checking out my bare torso trailing his fingers over my rib cage. I stare at the crown of his head and he leans down to kiss my chest. He does. I slowly push my head backward into the pillow. A line of kisses and nips go down my chest to my V line. The ecstasy of this is indescribable. I never thought he’d feel this good. Our skin rubs together as he kisses every inch of my exposed body.
He undoes the button of my trouser and move up to my face again. I feel like he’s about to say something. I tilt my head to a side raising my eyebrows.
“I’ve slept with hundreds of women before” He confesses.
For him it might be a confession but for me, I already knew it. I know how the world runs. I know the behaviour of the rich ones among us. I’ve seen their kind throwing money at women buying them for an hour or two. They never understood the value of a woman or acknowledged her as something that has self-respect. Women are pleasure for them, and always will be.
“I know” I breathe the words.
He nods as he understands that I really don’t care. Yes, I don’t. It’s their way of life and this is mine. We are in two different levels even though right now, he’s crushing me under himself with his arms tightly wrapped around me.
As he moves down my chest once again I know what he’s going to do. His mouth claims me and I moan with pleasure. It’s so surreal, this pleasure but I know it’s real and that this is the reality. I groan time to time yanking on his long black hair. The silky hair strands escapes my grab. He finely pleasures me until I’m almost close to let go but then he releases me and trails his kisses from my V line to my neck once again. He sucks on my flesh waking up every cell inside me.
In a second I feel the weight shifting from the mattress. I stare at him as he frees himself from his trousers. They seem to be made from an expensive and royal material that I’d never be able to afford. Romeo places himself in between my legs sending shivers down my spine every time his skin touches mine. He leans down to my lips and he purposely breathes on my face letting the warmth arouse my feelings. Our eyes never leave each other the whole time.
“It’s my first time” I whisper with the fear of being hurt.
He nods, silently telling me that he knows. His expression turns softer assuring me that he won’t hurt me. I gift him with a tender smile and he smiles back. It’s always good to see him smile and right now knowing that I’m the reason behind that smile, it makes me want to burst with happiness.
A gentle feather-light kiss lands on my lips and I feel him filling me in. My whole body starts sweating and the pain carves into my muscles. I clench my teeth and I feel my nails digging into his cold skin. But he won’t feel any pain, only I would. And I’m feeling it, so badly that I want to run away. But I stay, I have to. No, I want to. This is what I’ve always wanted; being buried under his cold skin and letting him take over me. It isn’t as I thought it’ll be. I imagined it less painful but it’s not. It’s hurting, it’s too much.
Something itches at my throat and I cough. He becomes still.
He stares into me without saying anything. He’s letting me be comfortable around him but I don’t. I take a deep breath and roll my lips into my mouth. He sways his hands down my arms and laces his fingers with mine. I hold them tightly and nod.
I want this.
He thrusts into me. As much as I want to cry with pain, I hold myself back. He doesn’t stop and in a while it starts feeling good. I close my eyes and press my head into the pillow. The only thing I can hear is his sighs and mine in this echoing enormous room. I feel the satin bed-sheet under my back moving along with his rhythm.
He leans down once again sliding my arms over my head, still keeping his fingers tangled with mine. He places a trail off kisses from my ear to my clavicle. I feel myself warming up and as he swifts his pace I moan into his neck.
“It’s my first time with a man too” Romeo whispers into my ear.
Even though the message carried the fact that he had experience with women before, it still made me feel glad in some way. I liked how he referred to me as a manbecause everybody still thinks I’m a boy. Romeo keeps giving me reasons to like him more, and I’m drowning in his world.
“Hold me” He collapses onto my chest releasing himself inside me.
I groan with the pleasure and hug him tightly to myself. I let go of me too. I stroke his silky jet-black long hair and place a kiss on it. He sighs and makes himself comfortable on me.
I face the reality and this reality; it doesn’t feel scary or tensing, it feels good. It feels great. It isn’t a dream, it isn’t a one sided crush. It’s real. I feel his longing for me. His eyes tell me that he wouldn’t leave me. That this isn’t one-timed. He’s here with me, from the bottom of his heart even though I know it doesn’t beats. But my heart does, and it beats for him. And I want it to stay that way forever.
Rating: M rated, PG-17
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
“I knew you’d feel good” He says removing my hair from my face and tilts his head to kiss my neck again.
I want to feel his skin. I know he has flawless skin; he has to anyway. His undershirt’s buttons undo one by one by my hands and as I do my fingertips touches his cold skin. I feel him tightening his muscles every time I touch him. Just as the last button is undone I pull off the shirt. The bright candle light glows his caramel skin. It’s flawless just as I thought. Not a single mark on it at anywhere I can see. I imagine him as a caramel dessert in front of my eyes and the smell fills my subconscious. The thought makes my mouth water.
“Like what you see?” He asks placing his fingertip under my chin to close my mouth.
I give him a grin. A slight smile covers his mouth; he never smiles widely, ever. I noticed it since the day I saw him. How long have I waited for him to smile widely. If he did I’m sure he’d look heavenly. Should I ask?
I open my mouth to talk but he suddenly rips off my shirt with his nails. An electric thrill runs through me with fear of my skin being torn apart. I let out a loud sigh as he’s done. He doesn’t even notice my fear as he’s busy checking out my bare torso trailing his fingers over my rib cage. I stare at the crown of his head and he leans down to kiss my chest. He does. I slowly push my head backward into the pillow. A line of kisses and nips go down my chest to my V line. The ecstasy of this is indescribable. I never thought he’d feel this good. Our skin rubs together as he kisses every inch of my exposed body.
He undoes the button of my trouser and move up to my face again. I feel like he’s about to say something. I tilt my head to a side raising my eyebrows.
“I’ve slept with hundreds of women before” He confesses.
For him it might be a confession but for me, I already knew it. I know how the world runs. I know the behaviour of the rich ones among us. I’ve seen their kind throwing money at women buying them for an hour or two. They never understood the value of a woman or acknowledged her as something that has self-respect. Women are pleasure for them, and always will be.
“I know” I breathe the words.
He nods as he understands that I really don’t care. Yes, I don’t. It’s their way of life and this is mine. We are in two different levels even though right now, he’s crushing me under himself with his arms tightly wrapped around me.
As he moves down my chest once again I know what he’s going to do. His mouth claims me and I moan with pleasure. It’s so surreal, this pleasure but I know it’s real and that this is the reality. I groan time to time yanking on his long black hair. The silky hair strands escapes my grab. He finely pleasures me until I’m almost close to let go but then he releases me and trails his kisses from my V line to my neck once again. He sucks on my flesh waking up every cell inside me.
In a second I feel the weight shifting from the mattress. I stare at him as he frees himself from his trousers. They seem to be made from an expensive and royal material that I’d never be able to afford. Romeo places himself in between my legs sending shivers down my spine every time his skin touches mine. He leans down to my lips and he purposely breathes on my face letting the warmth arouse my feelings. Our eyes never leave each other the whole time.
“It’s my first time” I whisper with the fear of being hurt.
He nods, silently telling me that he knows. His expression turns softer assuring me that he won’t hurt me. I gift him with a tender smile and he smiles back. It’s always good to see him smile and right now knowing that I’m the reason behind that smile, it makes me want to burst with happiness.
A gentle feather-light kiss lands on my lips and I feel him filling me in. My whole body starts sweating and the pain carves into my muscles. I clench my teeth and I feel my nails digging into his cold skin. But he won’t feel any pain, only I would. And I’m feeling it, so badly that I want to run away. But I stay, I have to. No, I want to. This is what I’ve always wanted; being buried under his cold skin and letting him take over me. It isn’t as I thought it’ll be. I imagined it less painful but it’s not. It’s hurting, it’s too much.
Something itches at my throat and I cough. He becomes still.
He stares into me without saying anything. He’s letting me be comfortable around him but I don’t. I take a deep breath and roll my lips into my mouth. He sways his hands down my arms and laces his fingers with mine. I hold them tightly and nod.
I want this.
He thrusts into me. As much as I want to cry with pain, I hold myself back. He doesn’t stop and in a while it starts feeling good. I close my eyes and press my head into the pillow. The only thing I can hear is his sighs and mine in this echoing enormous room. I feel the satin bed-sheet under my back moving along with his rhythm.
He leans down once again sliding my arms over my head, still keeping his fingers tangled with mine. He places a trail off kisses from my ear to my clavicle. I feel myself warming up and as he swifts his pace I moan into his neck.
“It’s my first time with a man too” Romeo whispers into my ear.
Even though the message carried the fact that he had experience with women before, it still made me feel glad in some way. I liked how he referred to me as a manbecause everybody still thinks I’m a boy. Romeo keeps giving me reasons to like him more, and I’m drowning in his world.
“Hold me” He collapses onto my chest releasing himself inside me.
I groan with the pleasure and hug him tightly to myself. I let go of me too. I stroke his silky jet-black long hair and place a kiss on it. He sighs and makes himself comfortable on me.
I face the reality and this reality; it doesn’t feel scary or tensing, it feels good. It feels great. It isn’t a dream, it isn’t a one sided crush. It’s real. I feel his longing for me. His eyes tell me that he wouldn’t leave me. That this isn’t one-timed. He’s here with me, from the bottom of his heart even though I know it doesn’t beats. But my heart does, and it beats for him. And I want it to stay that way forever.