The Color of Cowardice
The Color of Cowardice
Changmin/Sooyoung; R to NC-17
The pinstriped curtains looks awful together with the yellow wall and the cold floor is a bit too cold for her liking. Yet, the mental images passes by in a blur as her mind registers more the warmth of his hands against her skin.
Their discarded clothes draw a messy line from the door to the bed; wherein a couple of pillows lay dangerously close to the edge, brought by the frantic movements of their limbs against the crumpled sheets.
A moan. His lips smashes against hers. Tongues lashing, forceful. In perfect rhythm with his hands moving along the curve of her hips. His lips. Leaving trails. On her jaw. Down her neck. To her upturned breasts. Her arms, flailing. clutching. Clawing. Against the sheets. Her chest, heaving. Upwards. Against his lips. His lips, sucking. On her skin.
His lips move upwards back to her lips and he sniffs once again the bitter remains of whiskey on her breath; the taste starting to dissolve as his tongue goes on ravaging the insides of her mouth.
Her languid moans fill the air as Changmin's hands traces a path from her navel to the secret place between her thighs. She bites back a scream when his finger slid through the slit; rubbing the sensitive bud that is her core.
A grunt. A loud cry. His finger. Plunging deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Into her wetness. His mouth. Creating circles. On the mound of her breast. His tongue. Drawing fiery traces. Around the tip. Suckling. Fondling. Nipping. Her breasts.
"Oh..."
The moan that left her throat is enough indication of the state of bliss she is in. Her walls start to clench tightly around his fingers even when he continues sliding them in and out of her hole.
His bed creaks noisily together with the sound of their bodies moving in frenzy. His lips makes it way to her ear; nibbling the sensitive spot behind her earlobe as she succumbs on her impending climax.
"Oh... Tiffany..."
A word. A name. His world stops. The truth. Hits him. Like a slap.
"Sooyoung..."
Her head moves to the direction of the voice and her half-lidded eyes flutter open when the face that registered on her vision isn't that of the person she was thinking of.
"Ch-Changmin?"
A flood of images floods her. A vision of herself knocking into his dorm with bottles of whiskey on her hands. She tells him the tale of her latest heartbreak and words of comfort are exchanged. He embraces her; a touch which lasted too long; a kiss, gentle and caring at first until it turns fierce and probing. She blinks at the realization and a single word comes out of her throat.
"S-sorry."
Her words pierce the air and she avoids his gaze in shame. Unable to show her face to the man that has been her friend. She refuses to think of her actions when she is drowning in a pool of drunkenness but the images lash at her in giant waves.
"Sooyoung... Love me..."
A plea. His eyes. Sadness. Loneliness. Hunger. His lips. Moving softly. Against hers. Slow. Sensual. His hands. Careful. Tender. On her skin. His fingers. Replaced. With a mightier presence. Thick. Large. Proud. Sheathing itself. Completely. Inside her.
Her cries. Silenced. With his lips.
In.
Slow. Careful.
Out.
Tender. Gentle.
In.
Mild. Painful.
Out.
She feels her body moving in its own accord. Her tongue dances in rhythm with the beat of his heart. The kisses grow deep as she welcomes his every thrust with the rising of her hips.
In. Out. In. Out.
Moaning. Grunting. Panting. Crying.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Her walls. Tightening. Around him.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Sweat. Fluid. His breath. Ghosting. Over her lips.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Fast. Powerful. Forceful. Blissful.
In. Out. In. Out.
She bites his lower lip tenderly in her delirium as the orgasm hits her. He continues moving inside her; moaning her name over and over again.
He lets out a low moan as his seed spills inside her. His hips thrust continuously as he tries to capture her lips back. She moves her head and looks at the yellow-colored wall; promptly avoiding his lips from colliding against hers. Streams of warm liquid start flowing from her eyes and Changmin feels his heart throb painfully as the slap of reality hits him again. He had her body but he never had her heart. He wipes the tears tenderly from her face knowing too well that those are not for hers alone. It is for his too. For them both.
One with her heart broken; the other with his heart breaking.
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Author's Note: My mind is an empty bucket but I thought of this after reading bamthegreat's The Color of Courage. I just need to write it.
Changmin/Sooyoung; R to NC-17
The pinstriped curtains looks awful together with the yellow wall and the cold floor is a bit too cold for her liking. Yet, the mental images passes by in a blur as her mind registers more the warmth of his hands against her skin.
Their discarded clothes draw a messy line from the door to the bed; wherein a couple of pillows lay dangerously close to the edge, brought by the frantic movements of their limbs against the crumpled sheets.
A moan. His lips smashes against hers. Tongues lashing, forceful. In perfect rhythm with his hands moving along the curve of her hips. His lips. Leaving trails. On her jaw. Down her neck. To her upturned breasts. Her arms, flailing. clutching. Clawing. Against the sheets. Her chest, heaving. Upwards. Against his lips. His lips, sucking. On her skin.
His lips move upwards back to her lips and he sniffs once again the bitter remains of whiskey on her breath; the taste starting to dissolve as his tongue goes on ravaging the insides of her mouth.
Her languid moans fill the air as Changmin's hands traces a path from her navel to the secret place between her thighs. She bites back a scream when his finger slid through the slit; rubbing the sensitive bud that is her core.
A grunt. A loud cry. His finger. Plunging deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Into her wetness. His mouth. Creating circles. On the mound of her breast. His tongue. Drawing fiery traces. Around the tip. Suckling. Fondling. Nipping. Her breasts.
"Oh..."
The moan that left her throat is enough indication of the state of bliss she is in. Her walls start to clench tightly around his fingers even when he continues sliding them in and out of her hole.
His bed creaks noisily together with the sound of their bodies moving in frenzy. His lips makes it way to her ear; nibbling the sensitive spot behind her earlobe as she succumbs on her impending climax.
"Oh... Tiffany..."
A word. A name. His world stops. The truth. Hits him. Like a slap.
"Sooyoung..."
Her head moves to the direction of the voice and her half-lidded eyes flutter open when the face that registered on her vision isn't that of the person she was thinking of.
"Ch-Changmin?"
A flood of images floods her. A vision of herself knocking into his dorm with bottles of whiskey on her hands. She tells him the tale of her latest heartbreak and words of comfort are exchanged. He embraces her; a touch which lasted too long; a kiss, gentle and caring at first until it turns fierce and probing. She blinks at the realization and a single word comes out of her throat.
"S-sorry."
Her words pierce the air and she avoids his gaze in shame. Unable to show her face to the man that has been her friend. She refuses to think of her actions when she is drowning in a pool of drunkenness but the images lash at her in giant waves.
"Sooyoung... Love me..."
A plea. His eyes. Sadness. Loneliness. Hunger. His lips. Moving softly. Against hers. Slow. Sensual. His hands. Careful. Tender. On her skin. His fingers. Replaced. With a mightier presence. Thick. Large. Proud. Sheathing itself. Completely. Inside her.
Her cries. Silenced. With his lips.
In.
Slow. Careful.
Out.
Tender. Gentle.
In.
Mild. Painful.
Out.
She feels her body moving in its own accord. Her tongue dances in rhythm with the beat of his heart. The kisses grow deep as she welcomes his every thrust with the rising of her hips.
In. Out. In. Out.
Moaning. Grunting. Panting. Crying.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Her walls. Tightening. Around him.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Sweat. Fluid. His breath. Ghosting. Over her lips.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Fast. Powerful. Forceful. Blissful.
In. Out. In. Out.
She bites his lower lip tenderly in her delirium as the orgasm hits her. He continues moving inside her; moaning her name over and over again.
He lets out a low moan as his seed spills inside her. His hips thrust continuously as he tries to capture her lips back. She moves her head and looks at the yellow-colored wall; promptly avoiding his lips from colliding against hers. Streams of warm liquid start flowing from her eyes and Changmin feels his heart throb painfully as the slap of reality hits him again. He had her body but he never had her heart. He wipes the tears tenderly from her face knowing too well that those are not for hers alone. It is for his too. For them both.
One with her heart broken; the other with his heart breaking.
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Author's Note: My mind is an empty bucket but I thought of this after reading bamthegreat's The Color of Courage. I just need to write it.