He's a machine. Pt. 2
Title: He's a machine.
Pairing: Kris/Tao
Genre: Romance, Angst (One little part), Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There are two new students at school. Tao sees it as his task to free the emotions of the guy named Kris.
So now me and Kris were together, it was a big change for everyone. Most of my friends were really surprised when Kris smiled at me during class, he even got the teacher shocked. I felt special, that he only smiled at me. And now he had told me how it happened that he was so serene before, we often had a talk about our youth. He didn’t really had to tell much about it, only some happy times before his parents death and when he was living with that woman. I talked about my material arts. He wouldn’t leave me alone about it after telling him. A few practices he went to watch me. The sweet boyfriend he is, he massaged me afterwards. “You’re really good.” He said while pressing at my back. I moaned unwanted. Kris pressed the same spot another time. “Can you stop that?” I heard him grin, yes I could hear that, I know how his few emotions sound. “Don’t like pleasure?” It sounded much like a whisper, against my ear. I stood up and flexed my sore muscles. “I’m tired.” Without any other words I changed and took my spot in Kris’s bed. He followed after me, pulling me on his chest. “I love you.” A peck on my forehead. “I love you too.”
We cuddled a lot, it didn’t matter who’s bed. Our tutor session also weren’t what they were meant for anymore. Half of the time was used for me to tutor Kris, the other half of the time for Kris to learn me Korean. I was pretty good at it, so I proudly talked to Korean to everyone who wanted to hear it. After tutoring, as said it was in a different room every time, we went to bed and snuggled close in each other’s arms. I sighed content against Kris’s white t-shirt, which was already smelling like me. His hand made it’s way through my hair, brushing my frizzy bangs out of the way. I thought I could never get enough of those moments, just lying without any thoughts. Sometimes I asked Kris to just talk to me, didn’t matter about what, as long as he talked. His deep, warm voice lulled me to sleep easily. Now he wasn’t talking to me, I didn’t want him to talk. I wanted to enjoy the moment, because soon it would be vacation and I didn’t know if I’d see him then. His hand shifted my shirt up a bit. I didn’t stop him though, not even when his cold fingers brushed against my hot, inflamed skin. “What does it say?” I asked, as Kris painted imaginary patterns on my tattoo. “You don’t know?” He chuckled deeply, pressing his finger down on the letters. I blushed. “No.” Kris’s hand lifted my shirt further up, now sliding over my spine. It send shivers through my body. The light touch moved up to just under my neck. “You know what that one means, right?” He kissed my cheek. I nodded slowly, giving my hair the change to tickle his collarbone. His fingers followed the line of the character. “Normally, I would be turned off by tattoos, but they really suite you.” My fingers clasped around the cotton and pulled Kris even closer to me.
“Kris is getting clingier every day.” I told Yixing, who was packing his suitcase in his room. “Of course he is. He loves you.” I was leaning against the doorpost, eying my friend rushing around the room. “Where are you going?” asked Yixing, while he threw some shirts in the suitcase. “I don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll visit Beijing.” Yixing nodded. A famous Chinese song echoed through the room. “Yeah?” I said into my phone, after seeing the screen with the photo I made of Kris, when he was sleeping. “Can you come to the cafeteria?” Kris’s voice made it’s way into my ear. “Of course. I’m coming.” I clicked the phone off. “I have to go. See you later.” Yixing waved his hand to me from his position with his back turned to me.
“Yes?” I said to Kris. It was still his use to pull on his emotionless mask when he was around much people. But every time I did something he liked, a little smile settled on his perfect face. So as this time. He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist, pulling me so close no space was left between us. I blushed furiously, this was the first time doing something like this in public. “Uh.” I said, awkwardly moving my hands around his shoulders. He smiled, leaned closer and kissed me. I heard the people around me gasp for air. I felt like doing the same, but let myself be lead by Kris. He moved his lips slowly, sticking out his tongue to lick my lower lip. I opened my mouth willingly. He pulled away, just to not give the others in the cafeteria a trauma. He continued to smile at me. “I rented a house in Korea, we’re staying there for the vacation. Together.” I returned his smile. “Really?” “No, I’m kidding. Yes, together. A week in Korea, so you can test your skills.” His hand moved my bangs away. “So, what do you think?” “Sounds like fun.” He chuckled. “Get a room please.” Yixing shouted our way, he tugged his suitcase with him. “First you were so happy that we are dating. What happened?” Raising my nose proudly, I pulled Kris a little closer to me. “You actually got together, that’s what happened. You aren’t the bitchy Tao, who likes to torture me with mission, anymore. Kris isn’t the emotionless robot anymore. You two are so lovey dovey.” He rolled his eyes. The suitcase he was pulling got stuck behind one of the tables. “But I’m going, the taxi is probably already here.” I chuckled. “Good luck with your parents ge.” He waved. “So you have to pack now, we’re leaving this evening.” My eyes widened. “In a hurry?” He grinned at me and let go of my waist. Behind me were some girls talking about us. “It looks weird and good at the same time.” “Would it look the same with me?” “I find it disgusting, Kris would look better with me.” I pulled Kris’s wrist. “What?” He spun around on the balls of his feet. I kissed him slowly. Of course he immediately returned the kiss. The girls behind me didn’t make any noises, except maybe from some strangled cries. This time it was my turn to let him go. “Walk with me.” I interlaced our hands together.
I luckily convinced Kris to call a taxi. He had paid for the house, so I’d pay for the taxi ride. So much better than the public bus, just because there aren’t any people besides us and the chauffeur. We still got our hands strangled together in the middle of the seats, like a happy married couple. The taxi slowed down a bit. All the cars around us were honking at each other for stopping. I didn’t want to look out of the window anymore, because staring into someone’s car would be awkward. I turned to look away, finding Kris staring at me. “What?” He squeezed my hand lightly. “Nothing.” “Oh, that’s why you’re staring at me like a creepy stalker.” I looked at the chair in front of me. The chauffeur sometimes glanced at the backseats. “Is everything okay?” I nodded quickly, my nails digging into Kris’s hand. He chuckled again. “You’re so weird.”
“This way Tao.” Kris pulled my wrist. “There is our departure.” I followed him, bumping into people in the process. A flow of excuses spilled out of my mouth. I kept bowing and apologizing until we finally stood in the right row. “I hate airports.” I sighed. “You hate being in public in general.” I shot him a death glare. “That’s not true at all. I love people.” He laughed aloud, causing people to look our way. “Sure.” He said when he finally calmed down a bit. I huffed angrily. The people behind me pushed my back to move us forward. A view workers from the airport made us weigh our hand luggage. The sizes were good enough to be acceptable. “Next.” An angry man in some glass room beckoned us. He put up his hand. We handed him our passports. He clucked his tongue. “Next.” He said again. I followed Kris to the next room. The metal detector beeped when we came in. “I hope you don’t wear to much metal stuff.” Kris said to me. I grinned nervously. “Noo~.” I quickly took off my earrings and put them in my bag. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him roll his eyes. “Diva.” I kicked him, almost losing my balance. My head bumped into someone beside me. “Sorry.” I mumbled, bowing. He just shrugged.
After waiting a few minutes for some dumb blonde, who constantly had to turn back into the metal detector, we were finally at the crates. We both dumped our bag and jacket in it. “You should take of your belt.” Kris pointed at the thing around my pants. I lifted up my shirt to take off the thing and put it in the crate too. “Go.” He slapped my bottom. Yelping, I walked through the metal detector. It beeped immediately. Some guy from the side pulled me away from my place. He started body searching me. He stopped somewhere at my sides. He stroked it again and lifted up my shirt. I stayed in my place, letting him do his job. For what I thought and hoped he was doing. He took out a metal strip. “What’s this?” He asked lifting it up in front of my nose. “I have an injury from material arts, I have to wear it.” He sighed heavily, like the world almost ended. “Why didn’t you take it out?” I shuffled my feet and looked over his shoulder. Kris wasn’t there. “Because I didn’t want my friend to see it, he would worry.” The man sighed again, he handed me the strip. “Put it back, get better.” He patted my shoulder as I put the metal strip back in place.
I spent the flight leaning onto Kris’s shoulder. The woman next to me eyeing is suspiciously from time to time. The flight wasn’t the best I ever had. The space for my legs was to small and the stewards didn’t even care about us. “It’s just a view hours.” Kris whispered into my hair. His hand fixed some tufts. The woman, again, looked at us. “It’s rude to stare.” Kris said, I felt him tug at the tuft between his fingers. I lifted my hand to take his. “Let her stare. She will never see such hot men ever again, certainly not so close together.” Kris smiled. The woman was perplex. “That’s not why I looked at you.” She lifted her nose in the air. “Then what was it for.” I turned a bit to look at her. “You’re a homosexual.” “Never seen one before?” She didn’t answer. I turned back to look at Kris’s mask. “I finally freed your emotions. Please don’t lock them away from others.” Kris’s eyes narrowed. “Tao, what was that metal strip the security guy was holding? He gave it to you.” I moved my head a little. “Nothing.”
So the house was nice, it was decorated in Korean style. There were useless, but nice, decorations everywhere. Just as lots of plants, really a lots of plants. “Do you like it?” Kris asked, he apparently couldn’t find out by the way my eyes turned into the size of saucers. “Yes.” I left my suitcase in the hall and went to look around. It was really atmospheric in this small house. All sort of vases were stalled on a shelf on the beige painted wall. There was even one of those low tables, where you have to sit on the ground to fit underneath it. The place was mostly made out of wood, the kitchen being an exception. I didn’t like the kitchen, it was just like those in filthy apartments. Well, we hadn’t have to cook there, we could just eat in a restaurant instead. The cupboards were only filled with pans and cooking equipment. The living room was heaven. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of wood. On the wall hung a huge TV, totally not suiting the rest of the house. “Tao, it’s not like I’m going to unpack the amount of clothes you’ve brought with you.” Kris yelled from the bedroom. The bedroom, I figured, was above heaven. It was a castle hidden in the clouds. On the side was a drawer and in the middle, a gigantic, maybe king sized, bed. It was made out of the same wood as everything in the house. It was a canopy. I let myself fall on the mattress. The curtains of the canopy were made out of fine satin, the material above showed blossom trees. “It’s beautiful, Kris.” I gasped, when I finally realized he was unpacking his clothes. “It is, right.”
This time Kris convinced me to do something. And that something was eat in a famous noodle shop. That’s his idea of a romantic first night. I couldn’t complain about the quality of the noodles, because it was actually pretty good. “No expensive things on the first night. You can spend your money later.” Kris took another bite of his noodles. “I like Korea so far.” I said, also taking a bite of the greasy stuff. Kris had me ordering the stuff by going to the bathroom when the waiter arrived. It was awkward, ‘cause I had to repeat the order a view times. But I was proud of myself and the waiter complimented me on my Korean. “Who’s this?” A man with a fine jaw line sat down next to me. “That’s Tao, my boyfriend.” The word Kris used made me blush. He had only called me that a view times and I still had to get used to it. “Hello. Kris I didn’t know you liked boys. I didn’t even know you could like anyone.” I chuckled. “I am exception.” I said slowly, careful not to let my Chinese tongue lead my words. “I didn’t know I could either.” Kris just said. “Are you go to show him?” I asked. “Huh? You mean introduce? Okay, Tao this is Jongdae.” I nodded. “Ever seen him smile?” Jongdae asked me. I nodded. “Precious moments. Cherish them. But I shouldn’t interrupt your date. Bye Kris. Please call me.” Kris nodded as Jongdae turned his back to us. “Is he your friend?” I thankfully returned to Chinese. “Sorta. I don’t really have friends, you know that.”
I loved the moment that I returned to the bed. It felt so soft and it made my injury hurt less. I sighed pained. “Something wrong?” Kris asked, trying to find a pajama in the drawer. “No, just a little tired.” “’Kay, I’m going to shower.” I nodded. Now that I was alone, I turned on my uninjured side. I took the strip out slowly, sighing in relieve. I put the thing under the mattress, Kris wouldn’t find it there. I lay back again, massaging the painful spot with my thumb. It was very delightful, almost, to just lay back after a long day. The clock on the bedside table told me it was ten ‘o clock. An old Chinese pop song suddenly popped up in my head. I hummed along with the melody. Soon though, I fell asleep. So I didn´t realize a giant Kris coming in, using charming attack to wake me up. “Sweetie.” Someone whispered above me. I opened my eyes, rubbing them roughly. I almost jumped when I saw Kris’s face so close to me. He hung over me, arms at both sides of my head. He kissed my lips softly and got back to standing position. “You should shower.” The shirt in his hands was thrown back and forth in his hands. I looked at his abs. “Okay.” I stood up and picked pajamas.
Freshly cleaned, I lay in my boyfriend’s strong arms. “Now that we have such a big bed, we still lay so close to each other.” I said sleepily. My breath tickled the bare chest I was laying on. “So?” “Nothing. I want to stay so close. And I’m not squeezed in between your big body and the wall, which is also nice.” I shifted a little. He kissed the crown of my head.
I walked around in the house, now that I had seen it better, it was quite small. But I thought I could survive, since it was really nice. In the living room, Kris was talking with his friend Jongdae on the phone. Due the speaker, where he inserted his phone in, I could hear the conversation clearly. “Kris! You’re calling! How about we go clubbing tonight, with the rest?” His voice said. I heard a sigh escaping from Kris’s lips. “I’m here with my boyfriend, I’m not gonna leave him alone.” In triumph, I smiled. “But we haven’t seen each other for so long! Everyone misses you! And yesterday I couldn’t really talk to you and stuff.” I was happy to see Kris look like a stone. “I have some things to do.” A laugh on the other line. “Like what? It’s vacation!” “I just got to do some things.” Another laugh. “Name one thing.” It was silent for a while, I could see a smug grin appear on Kris’s face. “I got to do Tao.” My haste to get away from the living room was so big, that back in the bedroom, I kicked some stuff over. “Tao? Are you alright?” A concerned voice yelled to the bedroom. “Fine!” No, not at all. My heart hammered against my ribcage, all though I didn’t know what the cause was. To be sure, I’d just stay a little further from Kris than usual.
“What happened?” Kris asked when I walked back to the living room. “Oh, I got out of the bed and tripped over something.” I shuffled with my feet. My heart was still beating like a wild beast. “I wanted to show you around Seoul. Like you did when we were in Hong Kong.” I nodded slowly, my mouth shut tightly. “I heard you talking. Who was it?” I said it casually, I hoped he didn’t hear the undertone my voice had. “Jongdae, he wanted to go clubbing tonight with some friends.” I smiled. “That sounds fun. Are we going?” “But ge, that are all my friends.” Kris looked kind of concerned. “Psh, like you have any.” With that I returned to the bedroom.
Okay, bad idea. I thought I could Kris get to stay away from me and hang out with his friends in the club, but I ended up being chased by him everywhere. The music destroyed my eardrums, the people kept nudging my injured side. It was nothing like the clubbing I did before, this was just pain. So I finally was alone, because some guy named Jongin beckoned him, and sat at the bar. A pink colored drink with straw stood in front of me. I had taken a few sips, but it was so strong I decided to stop for a while. “Hello. Who are you?” A girl with long brown hair asked me. “I am Tao.” To appear tough I took another sip from the drink. “Are you Korean?” I shook my head. “I am Chinese.” The girl nodded while biting her lip. She reached out to take my hand. “Come and dance.” She said as she brought me over to the dance floor. We were quickly surrounded by sweating people. Most of them were so drunk they constantly fell over. The girl danced very close to me. Thanks to the alcohol it was easier to lose myself in the music. The girl in front of me yelled her name at me, but I didn’t hear it. I was too focused on my tall boyfriend at the bar. He looked me directly in the eyes. I felt a little tipsy, so I did what my mind told me to. I put my hands on the girl’s hips. Kris put his hand on his crotch. I grinned at him and danced closer to the girl. She was meanwhile rubbing into me, hands sliding across my chest. She was roughly pulled away by Kris. “What are you doing?” She said to him. “He’s mine.” Kris growled at her. With one hand he pulled me against him. The girl huffed, but walked away to find someone else. “What were you thinking.” Kris turned to me. “I was just having fun.” Kris kissed me. “You drank.” He stated after smacking his mouth, tasting the strong liquid on his tongue. He pulled me away from the dance floor. Somewhere at the back of the club, he seated me on a couch. There were several people I didn’t know. “So you found your treasure?” A, I must say, pretty hot guy said. “I found him dancing with a girl.” The guy chuckled. “You can’t expect him to stay with such a boring person all the time.” The guy handed me a drink. “Baekhyun.” I smiled and took the drink. Kris didn’t make a movement to take it from me so I drank it. There were two other guys I didn’t know and Jongdae. A tall guy with frizzy brown hair introduced himself as Chanyeol. His face was cute, but his voice was deep. And as he laughed, it looked like his face scrunched up, but only at one side. The other guy was Sehun. Also an emotionless guy with a clear lisp in his words. So when he said his name, I thought it was Thehun. “So what is your secret? Are you a psychiatrist? How did you do it?” Chanyeol asked me. I didn’t understand the word psychiatrist though. “I don’t know. Kris told me. I was mean.” My answer got everyone raising their eyebrows. My answer wasn’t understandable, partly because I didn’t know the words, partly because I was just drunk. “I told him what happened. He didn’t do anything. He was actually just being mean to me.” Kris translated for me. “You fall for someone who is mean to you? So typical.” Jongin commented. “We should go.” Kris pulled me with him. “Bye.” I waved quickly, before getting dragged out of the club. “What are you even.” Kris pushed me into the wall and kissed me roughly. I felt my injury scream out in protest. “Dancing with some girl you don’t know, drink strong alcohol and hide something for me.” My injury pressed against the bricks. Kris’s hand went under my shirt, he took out the metal strip. “Not telling me you’re injured?” He kissed me again, more softly this time. His fingers pressed at the painful spot. I almost moaned in pain. His hand left my skin as soon as I pushed him away. “Let’s just go.” Kris nodded and interlaced our hands.
The next day I was hung over. Kris told me afterwards that I kept talking about all sort of stuff, all though he didn’t want to tell me about what. The good boyfriend he was, he kept making sure I drank enough water. He also put bandage with some healing ointment around my injury to make it heal easier. I stayed in bed the whole time, Kris by my side. The only times he left were to make me food or refresh the bandage. I forgot the parts when we came home, so it got me wondering what happened. I asked Kris, he said I passed out immediately. But if I was so wasted, wouldn’t he have taken advantage of me? It would be easy. And since he wanted to do me, why not then? “What happened.” I once again asked when Kris returned with a cup of tea. “Nothing.” He repeated for the nth time. “You didn’t take advantage of me?” This was the first time I dared to ask that. “No, I’m not going to take advantage of my wasted boyfriend. Why would I?” He pushed the cup into my hands. “Why do you keep asking? Don’t you trust me?”
“Are you cooking shirtless?,” Kris peaked around the corner of the kitchen, a day or two after the clubbing. He told me we were not going out every night, to some expensive restaurant, so I was stuck cooking us food. “Why?” I turned the simmering beef in the pan. “Because it’s hot.” I simply answered. “Should I leave then?” I chuckled. I hadn’t forgotten about the phone call, but my thoughts were clearer. Strong arms went around my waist, his hands linking in front of my navel. His head landed on my shoulder. “What’s for dinner?” He said in an abnormal deep voice. I cleared my throat. “Beef, can’t you see?” Kris hummed against my collarbone, sending a vibration through my body. His hands moved up over my stomach. His fingers painfully slowly tracing my skin. I was shocked for a while when his fingers found my nipples. He rolled them. I tried not to moan, because that would be weird during cooking. But then he pinched them and I really couldn’t hold one back. I moaned aloud, throwing my head back on his shoulder at the sensation. “So hot.” He whispered. He kissed my throat, teasing me with his tongue. It was all new, I didn’t know what to do or expect. He kept on pinching my nipples, causing me to melt into his arms, moaning shamelessly. A moan also escaped from his lips, it rolled against my skin. I could somehow find the thought of turning the stove off. Then his teeth attacked my skin. My stomach began to heat up and a place I never thought would want so much attention, came to life. Kris pressed closer against me, it was then when I noticed that he was shirtless too. But I couldn’t bring it up to ask why. A sharp trust against my bottom and I was squeezed between Kris and the stove. I groaned, my lower half also got squeezed. I was a hundred percent sure that my throat and neck were beautifully colored by now. Not that I actually cared, because my boyfriend was rolling his hips against mine. He suddenly turned me. I stared up at him, a little dazed, but I saw his lustful black eyes. He kissed me aggressively. “You’re so hot.” He breathed into my mouth. His hips were still rolling against mine, so I joined him, making us a complete moaning mess. His hands travelled down to my hips, my hands went up to cup his face. He almost dragged me to the bedroom. It was kind of hard, because we didn’t want to break the kiss, but we had to to not trip over stuff. And breathe, of course. After he practically threw me onto the bed, he crawled on top of me. In his way up, he kissed my soft skin. The hot tongue tracing lines of saliva on my chest and stomach. I finally had time to fill my lungs with air, I inhaled deeply. Kris’s hands meanwhile were working on my belt and zipper. Practically lifeless, I lay down on the bed, staring up at the blossom tree. My pants were tugged down easily, my erection bobbed into the air. The coolness of the room made me even harder. Now the time had come to blush. I looked at Kris, his eyes turned darker, for what was possible. Without any warning, the hot tongue gave my erection a curious lick. Kris earned a stifled moan. I got embarrassed by them, because Kris was hardly moaning. He sucked it in slowly, first the head. My hands flew to his hair in response. He hummed, when I bucked my hips. “S-sorry.” It sounded weakly and I just decided to not talk. He pushed my hips down, just continuing to swirl with his tongue. Teeth scraped my length, I bucked again. At the back of his throat, he hummed again. I felt heat curling up in my stomach, spots appearing in front of my sight. “I’m close.” It was needless to say, but I gave him the chance to pull away. He didn’t. He stayed in his place, bobbing his head a little quicker. With a drawn out moan, I came in his mouth. He swallowed all of my cum and licked my length a few times to clean it up. I’d only experienced an orgasm once, but this was nothing like that quick, rough hand job I gave myself. It left me breathing unsteady. Kris once again kissed up my chest, to kiss me again. I could taste my own cum, to be honest that wasn’t my favorite flavor, but returned the kiss eagerly. I noticed the bulge in his pants as it brushed over my thighs. With one of my hands, I cupped it through his jeans. He groaned. “Shouldn’t you solve that problem?” I mewled into his ear. I licked the shell of it and bit down on his earlobe. My skinny fingers easily removed his jeans and boxers. Meanwhile, Kris was looking for something in the bedside table. I squeezed his erection. His face was unreadable, but his groans were perfect. Something popped open, I looked up to see a bottle with lube. “Ever did something like this before?” I shook my head, even though I didn’t really know what he was talking about. He coated his fingers in the sticky stuff. “Do you want to taste it?” My tongue shot out almost instantly, curious about the weird transparent stuff on his fingers. The taste was gross though. “What is it supposed to taste like?” He chuckled at my scrunched up face. “Berries, I guess they’ve never tasted those before.” I shook my head. Kris brought our lips together again. “You taste much better.” Kris’s hand went down my body, not touching me, because we wouldn’t want me covered in that substance. I felt his fingers brush against my entrance. “What.” I squealed, scooting up to get away from the cold feeling. “If I don’t do that, it’s going to hurt.” I wanted to complain, but let Kris do what he wanted. It was an uncomfortable feeling, not to mention it was cold, but I already did mention it before. He put his finger in slowly, pulled it out and brought it back in. He did that a few times, a little deeper every time. Suddenly, he hit something inside me that made my moan. My cock sprung back to life at the sensation. “Yes.” I breathed. Our mouths were back together, my hands tangled in his hair. My teeth pulled at his lower lip. He put in another digit. I arched my back. He scissored his fingers, twisted them and pulled them out completely, making me pout at the loss. But I was soon rewarded with his erection in it instead. It was big, I felt my walls stretch out. It was much more than the fingers. He didn’t move when he was fully inside. I had to stay still for a while. It really hurt, like I split in half. A few muscles inside me relaxed. Kris began a slow rhythm. Trusting deeply but slowly. He groaned. “You’re so tight.” I blushed. “Isn’t that good?” A loud chuckled filled the now quiet room. “It’s perfect.” My blush became a deeper shade of red. He pulled out and harshly trusted back in, hitting the right place again. I moaned, my nails digging in the delicate skin of his back. He moaned too. His trusts sped up. One of his hands left one side of my head, it started pumping my erection. We kissed like our life depended on it. It ended too soon in my opinion, he felt my walls constrict around his cock and trusted even quicker. I came first, spilling everything over our stomachs. Breathless, I let him ride out until he came deep inside. Slowly he pulled his cock out and fell down next to me. We couldn’t move, we just lay still for several minutes. “Have you ever done this before? I mean, how did you know that it would hurt if we didn’t put the lube on?” Kris groaned in the sheets. “No, I looked it up on the internet, so I would be prepared.” I rolled over to curl up against his side, pulling the blankets over us. Kris pushed me away though. My eyes widened. He hung over the bed and picked up his shirt. He came back onto the bed, close to me, and gently rubbed the cum of my stomach. “Don’t want it to dry, don’t you?” I shook my head as he threw the shirt in the corner. “I love you.” I snuggled closer to his side. “I love you too.” Like he usually did, he kissed my forehead.
Author's note~
You can kill me now. Thank you.
Pairing: Kris/Tao
Genre: Romance, Angst (One little part), Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There are two new students at school. Tao sees it as his task to free the emotions of the guy named Kris.
So now me and Kris were together, it was a big change for everyone. Most of my friends were really surprised when Kris smiled at me during class, he even got the teacher shocked. I felt special, that he only smiled at me. And now he had told me how it happened that he was so serene before, we often had a talk about our youth. He didn’t really had to tell much about it, only some happy times before his parents death and when he was living with that woman. I talked about my material arts. He wouldn’t leave me alone about it after telling him. A few practices he went to watch me. The sweet boyfriend he is, he massaged me afterwards. “You’re really good.” He said while pressing at my back. I moaned unwanted. Kris pressed the same spot another time. “Can you stop that?” I heard him grin, yes I could hear that, I know how his few emotions sound. “Don’t like pleasure?” It sounded much like a whisper, against my ear. I stood up and flexed my sore muscles. “I’m tired.” Without any other words I changed and took my spot in Kris’s bed. He followed after me, pulling me on his chest. “I love you.” A peck on my forehead. “I love you too.”
We cuddled a lot, it didn’t matter who’s bed. Our tutor session also weren’t what they were meant for anymore. Half of the time was used for me to tutor Kris, the other half of the time for Kris to learn me Korean. I was pretty good at it, so I proudly talked to Korean to everyone who wanted to hear it. After tutoring, as said it was in a different room every time, we went to bed and snuggled close in each other’s arms. I sighed content against Kris’s white t-shirt, which was already smelling like me. His hand made it’s way through my hair, brushing my frizzy bangs out of the way. I thought I could never get enough of those moments, just lying without any thoughts. Sometimes I asked Kris to just talk to me, didn’t matter about what, as long as he talked. His deep, warm voice lulled me to sleep easily. Now he wasn’t talking to me, I didn’t want him to talk. I wanted to enjoy the moment, because soon it would be vacation and I didn’t know if I’d see him then. His hand shifted my shirt up a bit. I didn’t stop him though, not even when his cold fingers brushed against my hot, inflamed skin. “What does it say?” I asked, as Kris painted imaginary patterns on my tattoo. “You don’t know?” He chuckled deeply, pressing his finger down on the letters. I blushed. “No.” Kris’s hand lifted my shirt further up, now sliding over my spine. It send shivers through my body. The light touch moved up to just under my neck. “You know what that one means, right?” He kissed my cheek. I nodded slowly, giving my hair the change to tickle his collarbone. His fingers followed the line of the character. “Normally, I would be turned off by tattoos, but they really suite you.” My fingers clasped around the cotton and pulled Kris even closer to me.
“Kris is getting clingier every day.” I told Yixing, who was packing his suitcase in his room. “Of course he is. He loves you.” I was leaning against the doorpost, eying my friend rushing around the room. “Where are you going?” asked Yixing, while he threw some shirts in the suitcase. “I don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll visit Beijing.” Yixing nodded. A famous Chinese song echoed through the room. “Yeah?” I said into my phone, after seeing the screen with the photo I made of Kris, when he was sleeping. “Can you come to the cafeteria?” Kris’s voice made it’s way into my ear. “Of course. I’m coming.” I clicked the phone off. “I have to go. See you later.” Yixing waved his hand to me from his position with his back turned to me.
“Yes?” I said to Kris. It was still his use to pull on his emotionless mask when he was around much people. But every time I did something he liked, a little smile settled on his perfect face. So as this time. He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist, pulling me so close no space was left between us. I blushed furiously, this was the first time doing something like this in public. “Uh.” I said, awkwardly moving my hands around his shoulders. He smiled, leaned closer and kissed me. I heard the people around me gasp for air. I felt like doing the same, but let myself be lead by Kris. He moved his lips slowly, sticking out his tongue to lick my lower lip. I opened my mouth willingly. He pulled away, just to not give the others in the cafeteria a trauma. He continued to smile at me. “I rented a house in Korea, we’re staying there for the vacation. Together.” I returned his smile. “Really?” “No, I’m kidding. Yes, together. A week in Korea, so you can test your skills.” His hand moved my bangs away. “So, what do you think?” “Sounds like fun.” He chuckled. “Get a room please.” Yixing shouted our way, he tugged his suitcase with him. “First you were so happy that we are dating. What happened?” Raising my nose proudly, I pulled Kris a little closer to me. “You actually got together, that’s what happened. You aren’t the bitchy Tao, who likes to torture me with mission, anymore. Kris isn’t the emotionless robot anymore. You two are so lovey dovey.” He rolled his eyes. The suitcase he was pulling got stuck behind one of the tables. “But I’m going, the taxi is probably already here.” I chuckled. “Good luck with your parents ge.” He waved. “So you have to pack now, we’re leaving this evening.” My eyes widened. “In a hurry?” He grinned at me and let go of my waist. Behind me were some girls talking about us. “It looks weird and good at the same time.” “Would it look the same with me?” “I find it disgusting, Kris would look better with me.” I pulled Kris’s wrist. “What?” He spun around on the balls of his feet. I kissed him slowly. Of course he immediately returned the kiss. The girls behind me didn’t make any noises, except maybe from some strangled cries. This time it was my turn to let him go. “Walk with me.” I interlaced our hands together.
I luckily convinced Kris to call a taxi. He had paid for the house, so I’d pay for the taxi ride. So much better than the public bus, just because there aren’t any people besides us and the chauffeur. We still got our hands strangled together in the middle of the seats, like a happy married couple. The taxi slowed down a bit. All the cars around us were honking at each other for stopping. I didn’t want to look out of the window anymore, because staring into someone’s car would be awkward. I turned to look away, finding Kris staring at me. “What?” He squeezed my hand lightly. “Nothing.” “Oh, that’s why you’re staring at me like a creepy stalker.” I looked at the chair in front of me. The chauffeur sometimes glanced at the backseats. “Is everything okay?” I nodded quickly, my nails digging into Kris’s hand. He chuckled again. “You’re so weird.”
“This way Tao.” Kris pulled my wrist. “There is our departure.” I followed him, bumping into people in the process. A flow of excuses spilled out of my mouth. I kept bowing and apologizing until we finally stood in the right row. “I hate airports.” I sighed. “You hate being in public in general.” I shot him a death glare. “That’s not true at all. I love people.” He laughed aloud, causing people to look our way. “Sure.” He said when he finally calmed down a bit. I huffed angrily. The people behind me pushed my back to move us forward. A view workers from the airport made us weigh our hand luggage. The sizes were good enough to be acceptable. “Next.” An angry man in some glass room beckoned us. He put up his hand. We handed him our passports. He clucked his tongue. “Next.” He said again. I followed Kris to the next room. The metal detector beeped when we came in. “I hope you don’t wear to much metal stuff.” Kris said to me. I grinned nervously. “Noo~.” I quickly took off my earrings and put them in my bag. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him roll his eyes. “Diva.” I kicked him, almost losing my balance. My head bumped into someone beside me. “Sorry.” I mumbled, bowing. He just shrugged.
After waiting a few minutes for some dumb blonde, who constantly had to turn back into the metal detector, we were finally at the crates. We both dumped our bag and jacket in it. “You should take of your belt.” Kris pointed at the thing around my pants. I lifted up my shirt to take off the thing and put it in the crate too. “Go.” He slapped my bottom. Yelping, I walked through the metal detector. It beeped immediately. Some guy from the side pulled me away from my place. He started body searching me. He stopped somewhere at my sides. He stroked it again and lifted up my shirt. I stayed in my place, letting him do his job. For what I thought and hoped he was doing. He took out a metal strip. “What’s this?” He asked lifting it up in front of my nose. “I have an injury from material arts, I have to wear it.” He sighed heavily, like the world almost ended. “Why didn’t you take it out?” I shuffled my feet and looked over his shoulder. Kris wasn’t there. “Because I didn’t want my friend to see it, he would worry.” The man sighed again, he handed me the strip. “Put it back, get better.” He patted my shoulder as I put the metal strip back in place.
I spent the flight leaning onto Kris’s shoulder. The woman next to me eyeing is suspiciously from time to time. The flight wasn’t the best I ever had. The space for my legs was to small and the stewards didn’t even care about us. “It’s just a view hours.” Kris whispered into my hair. His hand fixed some tufts. The woman, again, looked at us. “It’s rude to stare.” Kris said, I felt him tug at the tuft between his fingers. I lifted my hand to take his. “Let her stare. She will never see such hot men ever again, certainly not so close together.” Kris smiled. The woman was perplex. “That’s not why I looked at you.” She lifted her nose in the air. “Then what was it for.” I turned a bit to look at her. “You’re a homosexual.” “Never seen one before?” She didn’t answer. I turned back to look at Kris’s mask. “I finally freed your emotions. Please don’t lock them away from others.” Kris’s eyes narrowed. “Tao, what was that metal strip the security guy was holding? He gave it to you.” I moved my head a little. “Nothing.”
So the house was nice, it was decorated in Korean style. There were useless, but nice, decorations everywhere. Just as lots of plants, really a lots of plants. “Do you like it?” Kris asked, he apparently couldn’t find out by the way my eyes turned into the size of saucers. “Yes.” I left my suitcase in the hall and went to look around. It was really atmospheric in this small house. All sort of vases were stalled on a shelf on the beige painted wall. There was even one of those low tables, where you have to sit on the ground to fit underneath it. The place was mostly made out of wood, the kitchen being an exception. I didn’t like the kitchen, it was just like those in filthy apartments. Well, we hadn’t have to cook there, we could just eat in a restaurant instead. The cupboards were only filled with pans and cooking equipment. The living room was heaven. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of wood. On the wall hung a huge TV, totally not suiting the rest of the house. “Tao, it’s not like I’m going to unpack the amount of clothes you’ve brought with you.” Kris yelled from the bedroom. The bedroom, I figured, was above heaven. It was a castle hidden in the clouds. On the side was a drawer and in the middle, a gigantic, maybe king sized, bed. It was made out of the same wood as everything in the house. It was a canopy. I let myself fall on the mattress. The curtains of the canopy were made out of fine satin, the material above showed blossom trees. “It’s beautiful, Kris.” I gasped, when I finally realized he was unpacking his clothes. “It is, right.”
This time Kris convinced me to do something. And that something was eat in a famous noodle shop. That’s his idea of a romantic first night. I couldn’t complain about the quality of the noodles, because it was actually pretty good. “No expensive things on the first night. You can spend your money later.” Kris took another bite of his noodles. “I like Korea so far.” I said, also taking a bite of the greasy stuff. Kris had me ordering the stuff by going to the bathroom when the waiter arrived. It was awkward, ‘cause I had to repeat the order a view times. But I was proud of myself and the waiter complimented me on my Korean. “Who’s this?” A man with a fine jaw line sat down next to me. “That’s Tao, my boyfriend.” The word Kris used made me blush. He had only called me that a view times and I still had to get used to it. “Hello. Kris I didn’t know you liked boys. I didn’t even know you could like anyone.” I chuckled. “I am exception.” I said slowly, careful not to let my Chinese tongue lead my words. “I didn’t know I could either.” Kris just said. “Are you go to show him?” I asked. “Huh? You mean introduce? Okay, Tao this is Jongdae.” I nodded. “Ever seen him smile?” Jongdae asked me. I nodded. “Precious moments. Cherish them. But I shouldn’t interrupt your date. Bye Kris. Please call me.” Kris nodded as Jongdae turned his back to us. “Is he your friend?” I thankfully returned to Chinese. “Sorta. I don’t really have friends, you know that.”
I loved the moment that I returned to the bed. It felt so soft and it made my injury hurt less. I sighed pained. “Something wrong?” Kris asked, trying to find a pajama in the drawer. “No, just a little tired.” “’Kay, I’m going to shower.” I nodded. Now that I was alone, I turned on my uninjured side. I took the strip out slowly, sighing in relieve. I put the thing under the mattress, Kris wouldn’t find it there. I lay back again, massaging the painful spot with my thumb. It was very delightful, almost, to just lay back after a long day. The clock on the bedside table told me it was ten ‘o clock. An old Chinese pop song suddenly popped up in my head. I hummed along with the melody. Soon though, I fell asleep. So I didn´t realize a giant Kris coming in, using charming attack to wake me up. “Sweetie.” Someone whispered above me. I opened my eyes, rubbing them roughly. I almost jumped when I saw Kris’s face so close to me. He hung over me, arms at both sides of my head. He kissed my lips softly and got back to standing position. “You should shower.” The shirt in his hands was thrown back and forth in his hands. I looked at his abs. “Okay.” I stood up and picked pajamas.
Freshly cleaned, I lay in my boyfriend’s strong arms. “Now that we have such a big bed, we still lay so close to each other.” I said sleepily. My breath tickled the bare chest I was laying on. “So?” “Nothing. I want to stay so close. And I’m not squeezed in between your big body and the wall, which is also nice.” I shifted a little. He kissed the crown of my head.
I walked around in the house, now that I had seen it better, it was quite small. But I thought I could survive, since it was really nice. In the living room, Kris was talking with his friend Jongdae on the phone. Due the speaker, where he inserted his phone in, I could hear the conversation clearly. “Kris! You’re calling! How about we go clubbing tonight, with the rest?” His voice said. I heard a sigh escaping from Kris’s lips. “I’m here with my boyfriend, I’m not gonna leave him alone.” In triumph, I smiled. “But we haven’t seen each other for so long! Everyone misses you! And yesterday I couldn’t really talk to you and stuff.” I was happy to see Kris look like a stone. “I have some things to do.” A laugh on the other line. “Like what? It’s vacation!” “I just got to do some things.” Another laugh. “Name one thing.” It was silent for a while, I could see a smug grin appear on Kris’s face. “I got to do Tao.” My haste to get away from the living room was so big, that back in the bedroom, I kicked some stuff over. “Tao? Are you alright?” A concerned voice yelled to the bedroom. “Fine!” No, not at all. My heart hammered against my ribcage, all though I didn’t know what the cause was. To be sure, I’d just stay a little further from Kris than usual.
“What happened?” Kris asked when I walked back to the living room. “Oh, I got out of the bed and tripped over something.” I shuffled with my feet. My heart was still beating like a wild beast. “I wanted to show you around Seoul. Like you did when we were in Hong Kong.” I nodded slowly, my mouth shut tightly. “I heard you talking. Who was it?” I said it casually, I hoped he didn’t hear the undertone my voice had. “Jongdae, he wanted to go clubbing tonight with some friends.” I smiled. “That sounds fun. Are we going?” “But ge, that are all my friends.” Kris looked kind of concerned. “Psh, like you have any.” With that I returned to the bedroom.
Okay, bad idea. I thought I could Kris get to stay away from me and hang out with his friends in the club, but I ended up being chased by him everywhere. The music destroyed my eardrums, the people kept nudging my injured side. It was nothing like the clubbing I did before, this was just pain. So I finally was alone, because some guy named Jongin beckoned him, and sat at the bar. A pink colored drink with straw stood in front of me. I had taken a few sips, but it was so strong I decided to stop for a while. “Hello. Who are you?” A girl with long brown hair asked me. “I am Tao.” To appear tough I took another sip from the drink. “Are you Korean?” I shook my head. “I am Chinese.” The girl nodded while biting her lip. She reached out to take my hand. “Come and dance.” She said as she brought me over to the dance floor. We were quickly surrounded by sweating people. Most of them were so drunk they constantly fell over. The girl danced very close to me. Thanks to the alcohol it was easier to lose myself in the music. The girl in front of me yelled her name at me, but I didn’t hear it. I was too focused on my tall boyfriend at the bar. He looked me directly in the eyes. I felt a little tipsy, so I did what my mind told me to. I put my hands on the girl’s hips. Kris put his hand on his crotch. I grinned at him and danced closer to the girl. She was meanwhile rubbing into me, hands sliding across my chest. She was roughly pulled away by Kris. “What are you doing?” She said to him. “He’s mine.” Kris growled at her. With one hand he pulled me against him. The girl huffed, but walked away to find someone else. “What were you thinking.” Kris turned to me. “I was just having fun.” Kris kissed me. “You drank.” He stated after smacking his mouth, tasting the strong liquid on his tongue. He pulled me away from the dance floor. Somewhere at the back of the club, he seated me on a couch. There were several people I didn’t know. “So you found your treasure?” A, I must say, pretty hot guy said. “I found him dancing with a girl.” The guy chuckled. “You can’t expect him to stay with such a boring person all the time.” The guy handed me a drink. “Baekhyun.” I smiled and took the drink. Kris didn’t make a movement to take it from me so I drank it. There were two other guys I didn’t know and Jongdae. A tall guy with frizzy brown hair introduced himself as Chanyeol. His face was cute, but his voice was deep. And as he laughed, it looked like his face scrunched up, but only at one side. The other guy was Sehun. Also an emotionless guy with a clear lisp in his words. So when he said his name, I thought it was Thehun. “So what is your secret? Are you a psychiatrist? How did you do it?” Chanyeol asked me. I didn’t understand the word psychiatrist though. “I don’t know. Kris told me. I was mean.” My answer got everyone raising their eyebrows. My answer wasn’t understandable, partly because I didn’t know the words, partly because I was just drunk. “I told him what happened. He didn’t do anything. He was actually just being mean to me.” Kris translated for me. “You fall for someone who is mean to you? So typical.” Jongin commented. “We should go.” Kris pulled me with him. “Bye.” I waved quickly, before getting dragged out of the club. “What are you even.” Kris pushed me into the wall and kissed me roughly. I felt my injury scream out in protest. “Dancing with some girl you don’t know, drink strong alcohol and hide something for me.” My injury pressed against the bricks. Kris’s hand went under my shirt, he took out the metal strip. “Not telling me you’re injured?” He kissed me again, more softly this time. His fingers pressed at the painful spot. I almost moaned in pain. His hand left my skin as soon as I pushed him away. “Let’s just go.” Kris nodded and interlaced our hands.
The next day I was hung over. Kris told me afterwards that I kept talking about all sort of stuff, all though he didn’t want to tell me about what. The good boyfriend he was, he kept making sure I drank enough water. He also put bandage with some healing ointment around my injury to make it heal easier. I stayed in bed the whole time, Kris by my side. The only times he left were to make me food or refresh the bandage. I forgot the parts when we came home, so it got me wondering what happened. I asked Kris, he said I passed out immediately. But if I was so wasted, wouldn’t he have taken advantage of me? It would be easy. And since he wanted to do me, why not then? “What happened.” I once again asked when Kris returned with a cup of tea. “Nothing.” He repeated for the nth time. “You didn’t take advantage of me?” This was the first time I dared to ask that. “No, I’m not going to take advantage of my wasted boyfriend. Why would I?” He pushed the cup into my hands. “Why do you keep asking? Don’t you trust me?”
“Are you cooking shirtless?,” Kris peaked around the corner of the kitchen, a day or two after the clubbing. He told me we were not going out every night, to some expensive restaurant, so I was stuck cooking us food. “Why?” I turned the simmering beef in the pan. “Because it’s hot.” I simply answered. “Should I leave then?” I chuckled. I hadn’t forgotten about the phone call, but my thoughts were clearer. Strong arms went around my waist, his hands linking in front of my navel. His head landed on my shoulder. “What’s for dinner?” He said in an abnormal deep voice. I cleared my throat. “Beef, can’t you see?” Kris hummed against my collarbone, sending a vibration through my body. His hands moved up over my stomach. His fingers painfully slowly tracing my skin. I was shocked for a while when his fingers found my nipples. He rolled them. I tried not to moan, because that would be weird during cooking. But then he pinched them and I really couldn’t hold one back. I moaned aloud, throwing my head back on his shoulder at the sensation. “So hot.” He whispered. He kissed my throat, teasing me with his tongue. It was all new, I didn’t know what to do or expect. He kept on pinching my nipples, causing me to melt into his arms, moaning shamelessly. A moan also escaped from his lips, it rolled against my skin. I could somehow find the thought of turning the stove off. Then his teeth attacked my skin. My stomach began to heat up and a place I never thought would want so much attention, came to life. Kris pressed closer against me, it was then when I noticed that he was shirtless too. But I couldn’t bring it up to ask why. A sharp trust against my bottom and I was squeezed between Kris and the stove. I groaned, my lower half also got squeezed. I was a hundred percent sure that my throat and neck were beautifully colored by now. Not that I actually cared, because my boyfriend was rolling his hips against mine. He suddenly turned me. I stared up at him, a little dazed, but I saw his lustful black eyes. He kissed me aggressively. “You’re so hot.” He breathed into my mouth. His hips were still rolling against mine, so I joined him, making us a complete moaning mess. His hands travelled down to my hips, my hands went up to cup his face. He almost dragged me to the bedroom. It was kind of hard, because we didn’t want to break the kiss, but we had to to not trip over stuff. And breathe, of course. After he practically threw me onto the bed, he crawled on top of me. In his way up, he kissed my soft skin. The hot tongue tracing lines of saliva on my chest and stomach. I finally had time to fill my lungs with air, I inhaled deeply. Kris’s hands meanwhile were working on my belt and zipper. Practically lifeless, I lay down on the bed, staring up at the blossom tree. My pants were tugged down easily, my erection bobbed into the air. The coolness of the room made me even harder. Now the time had come to blush. I looked at Kris, his eyes turned darker, for what was possible. Without any warning, the hot tongue gave my erection a curious lick. Kris earned a stifled moan. I got embarrassed by them, because Kris was hardly moaning. He sucked it in slowly, first the head. My hands flew to his hair in response. He hummed, when I bucked my hips. “S-sorry.” It sounded weakly and I just decided to not talk. He pushed my hips down, just continuing to swirl with his tongue. Teeth scraped my length, I bucked again. At the back of his throat, he hummed again. I felt heat curling up in my stomach, spots appearing in front of my sight. “I’m close.” It was needless to say, but I gave him the chance to pull away. He didn’t. He stayed in his place, bobbing his head a little quicker. With a drawn out moan, I came in his mouth. He swallowed all of my cum and licked my length a few times to clean it up. I’d only experienced an orgasm once, but this was nothing like that quick, rough hand job I gave myself. It left me breathing unsteady. Kris once again kissed up my chest, to kiss me again. I could taste my own cum, to be honest that wasn’t my favorite flavor, but returned the kiss eagerly. I noticed the bulge in his pants as it brushed over my thighs. With one of my hands, I cupped it through his jeans. He groaned. “Shouldn’t you solve that problem?” I mewled into his ear. I licked the shell of it and bit down on his earlobe. My skinny fingers easily removed his jeans and boxers. Meanwhile, Kris was looking for something in the bedside table. I squeezed his erection. His face was unreadable, but his groans were perfect. Something popped open, I looked up to see a bottle with lube. “Ever did something like this before?” I shook my head, even though I didn’t really know what he was talking about. He coated his fingers in the sticky stuff. “Do you want to taste it?” My tongue shot out almost instantly, curious about the weird transparent stuff on his fingers. The taste was gross though. “What is it supposed to taste like?” He chuckled at my scrunched up face. “Berries, I guess they’ve never tasted those before.” I shook my head. Kris brought our lips together again. “You taste much better.” Kris’s hand went down my body, not touching me, because we wouldn’t want me covered in that substance. I felt his fingers brush against my entrance. “What.” I squealed, scooting up to get away from the cold feeling. “If I don’t do that, it’s going to hurt.” I wanted to complain, but let Kris do what he wanted. It was an uncomfortable feeling, not to mention it was cold, but I already did mention it before. He put his finger in slowly, pulled it out and brought it back in. He did that a few times, a little deeper every time. Suddenly, he hit something inside me that made my moan. My cock sprung back to life at the sensation. “Yes.” I breathed. Our mouths were back together, my hands tangled in his hair. My teeth pulled at his lower lip. He put in another digit. I arched my back. He scissored his fingers, twisted them and pulled them out completely, making me pout at the loss. But I was soon rewarded with his erection in it instead. It was big, I felt my walls stretch out. It was much more than the fingers. He didn’t move when he was fully inside. I had to stay still for a while. It really hurt, like I split in half. A few muscles inside me relaxed. Kris began a slow rhythm. Trusting deeply but slowly. He groaned. “You’re so tight.” I blushed. “Isn’t that good?” A loud chuckled filled the now quiet room. “It’s perfect.” My blush became a deeper shade of red. He pulled out and harshly trusted back in, hitting the right place again. I moaned, my nails digging in the delicate skin of his back. He moaned too. His trusts sped up. One of his hands left one side of my head, it started pumping my erection. We kissed like our life depended on it. It ended too soon in my opinion, he felt my walls constrict around his cock and trusted even quicker. I came first, spilling everything over our stomachs. Breathless, I let him ride out until he came deep inside. Slowly he pulled his cock out and fell down next to me. We couldn’t move, we just lay still for several minutes. “Have you ever done this before? I mean, how did you know that it would hurt if we didn’t put the lube on?” Kris groaned in the sheets. “No, I looked it up on the internet, so I would be prepared.” I rolled over to curl up against his side, pulling the blankets over us. Kris pushed me away though. My eyes widened. He hung over the bed and picked up his shirt. He came back onto the bed, close to me, and gently rubbed the cum of my stomach. “Don’t want it to dry, don’t you?” I shook my head as he threw the shirt in the corner. “I love you.” I snuggled closer to his side. “I love you too.” Like he usually did, he kissed my forehead.
Author's note~
You can kill me now. Thank you.