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YeWon
R (sexual situation)
A/N : Don’t blame me! I was frustrated!
Oh God, how could it feels this great? My body feels like on fire, burning me from the inside. Every soft and feathery caress and touch from him was too much; too much for me to crave it more; too much for me to never let him to stop.
This is not right. But how could I stop this temptation? His voice whispers softly to my ear, tickling not only my earlobe but my heart. Goosebumps forming with each syllables he let out.
No.. please don’t go there; even this little sentence couldn't escape from my lips, instead moans and groans was force out from my throat when his hand slowly but surely crept lower and lower to the forbidden place.
I shouldn't do this, we shouldn't do this. I feel rather than see that his eyes flutter shuts. How suddenly a gasp slips on his breath. His body trembling, and that’s when I notice that I am too.
Short gasp was what I heard, and I realize that I let it out when his strong hands wrap me tight. I feel wetness on my neck, sliding slowly to my back. Don’t cry, I beg to him and he shook his head. I don’t want to stop, he whispers it to me so softly that I wonder if he said it at all or was it just my imagination going wild?
Please.. he plead, tears still forming in his eyes. Please.. I heard him said it again. I can’t take it anymore, he said. His hold on me was tighter than before now. Why can’t I erase it from my mind? From my heart? He asks over and over again, as if scolding Him because he no longer could breathe properly, because he no longer could go there and damning himself because the feeling, the feeling that I also bear in me, feeling that growing inside our hearts.
I grasp his hair. I want it to grip it tight, so tight that it hurts him. But I can’t, somehow I can’t will myself to do that and I cry along with him. Shush.. I said. Shush.. I said it over and over again while caressing his hair, hoping that it could calm him, me, us. And still, it’s still there.
I don’t know how long we stand in his room. But the longer we stand there, gripping tight to each other, the more I feel that our resolve fading. I don’t realize I was kissing his hair until he raises his head, staring at me longingly.
Wonnie.. I call his pet name with so many emotions I can’t name and we kissed, so slowly it hurts. So many passions, so many love, it was so tender, so tender that I wonder how it could be wrong when it feels so right.
We are on his bed. I lay on my back while he showers me with many kisses that feel so good I want to weep. Oh. I cry. I cry between many moans that he tore away from my mouth, and I do so willingly give him.
Panting, we are only clothed in our clothes when we were born and he trace every single skin on me and I on him. We don’t know anything about what we are doing; the only thing that we know is just it feels right.
It hurts. The feeling when he breach me, and the only guide that I own is just his heating stare, so innocent but so tough. He caresses the skin on my hips, muttering ‘sorry’ over and over again, sobbing even though that I already said it was okay more than once.
The bliss I feels when he came inside me as I dirty his abdomen couldn't compare with anything in this whole world. And he spoon me with so kindness that I only feels briefly in my life before this couldn't make me say that what we just did was wrong. The way he whispers ‘Jongie’ as he fell asleep smiling couldn't make me trade or move from this moment.
Oh God, if must both of us sin because of this, please only me who feels the punishment You want to inflict upon us.
Amen.
YeWon
R (sexual situation)
A/N : Don’t blame me! I was frustrated!
Oh God, how could it feels this great? My body feels like on fire, burning me from the inside. Every soft and feathery caress and touch from him was too much; too much for me to crave it more; too much for me to never let him to stop.
This is not right. But how could I stop this temptation? His voice whispers softly to my ear, tickling not only my earlobe but my heart. Goosebumps forming with each syllables he let out.
No.. please don’t go there; even this little sentence couldn't escape from my lips, instead moans and groans was force out from my throat when his hand slowly but surely crept lower and lower to the forbidden place.
I shouldn't do this, we shouldn't do this. I feel rather than see that his eyes flutter shuts. How suddenly a gasp slips on his breath. His body trembling, and that’s when I notice that I am too.
Short gasp was what I heard, and I realize that I let it out when his strong hands wrap me tight. I feel wetness on my neck, sliding slowly to my back. Don’t cry, I beg to him and he shook his head. I don’t want to stop, he whispers it to me so softly that I wonder if he said it at all or was it just my imagination going wild?
Please.. he plead, tears still forming in his eyes. Please.. I heard him said it again. I can’t take it anymore, he said. His hold on me was tighter than before now. Why can’t I erase it from my mind? From my heart? He asks over and over again, as if scolding Him because he no longer could breathe properly, because he no longer could go there and damning himself because the feeling, the feeling that I also bear in me, feeling that growing inside our hearts.
I grasp his hair. I want it to grip it tight, so tight that it hurts him. But I can’t, somehow I can’t will myself to do that and I cry along with him. Shush.. I said. Shush.. I said it over and over again while caressing his hair, hoping that it could calm him, me, us. And still, it’s still there.
I don’t know how long we stand in his room. But the longer we stand there, gripping tight to each other, the more I feel that our resolve fading. I don’t realize I was kissing his hair until he raises his head, staring at me longingly.
Wonnie.. I call his pet name with so many emotions I can’t name and we kissed, so slowly it hurts. So many passions, so many love, it was so tender, so tender that I wonder how it could be wrong when it feels so right.
We are on his bed. I lay on my back while he showers me with many kisses that feel so good I want to weep. Oh. I cry. I cry between many moans that he tore away from my mouth, and I do so willingly give him.
Panting, we are only clothed in our clothes when we were born and he trace every single skin on me and I on him. We don’t know anything about what we are doing; the only thing that we know is just it feels right.
It hurts. The feeling when he breach me, and the only guide that I own is just his heating stare, so innocent but so tough. He caresses the skin on my hips, muttering ‘sorry’ over and over again, sobbing even though that I already said it was okay more than once.
The bliss I feels when he came inside me as I dirty his abdomen couldn't compare with anything in this whole world. And he spoon me with so kindness that I only feels briefly in my life before this couldn't make me say that what we just did was wrong. The way he whispers ‘Jongie’ as he fell asleep smiling couldn't make me trade or move from this moment.
Oh God, if must both of us sin because of this, please only me who feels the punishment You want to inflict upon us.
Amen.