→ Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Date Finished: 08.29.2009
Title: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Genre: Romance+Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shiwon/Yesung
Summary: Plotless Pron with a dash of Snow White.
A/N: I wrote this after listening to Jewelry’s Vari2ty and .hack//Trilogy’s Deepest Memories (Gentle Hands Remix). I have no idea how it turned into this…thing xD
As usual for my dearest lacrymamosa and all those other YeWon fangirls whose names I do not know xD
He arched off the mirror, heat from their passions bringing out smoke onto the glass. His breath made hot clouds onto the mirror as he opened his eyes, staring at himself in captivation and surprise.
Even as the moans continued to spill from his lips, he couldn't help but stare at the person in the reflection, skin enflamed red, marked by bites bruising over. Hands clenching into stark white sheets, and dark hair mussed and untidy, falling into his hazy eyes, sticking to his blushed cheeks, barely brushing the corner of his bitten lips, red as Eve's apple, that took away their virgin minds, and made them tainted and tempted.
The lust driven sounds rending from his lips tore him away from the strange reflection of himself (he still didn't believe that odd unearthly imprisoned incubus was him), his lips being brought back to others, biting, sucking until they were redder, deep as the Queen's blood drops on the snow.
It felt like lips all over his skin, his skin that was burning, so hot...he needed more, greed-lust taking over as his hands reached out to grab his face in his hands and bring them to his mouth. His lips seeking his, before wandering to his jaw, his cheek, the top of his eyes. Plush lips melding into his paramour's until he cried, twisting his body into positions he never knew he could do. Legs wound around thighs, and hips fitting together, bodies sliding into place. Hands working hypnotic, addicting euphoria into him like some sinister sex-ridden demon.
His lover, oh yes, his lover was this sex daemon. Sadi, prolonging his release until he sobbed into his neck, screamed pleasured curses at him. And he would wait for his smirk, that god-be-damned smirk, and then he brings him onto him so slowly, he feels he will burst.
Slowly it becomes faster, and then he's screaming again, skin painted crimson from the red of biting, and voice hoarse, but somehow still moaning loudly. He turns his head to the side to see the mirror glass, slick with a blur of sweat and cum and he sees himself from the corner of his eye, hipbones mottled purple with moon marks, scrapes left by fingernails scoring his skin, the skin that was white as snow before he bore these pleasurable wounds into them, pressed fire into his skin.
He barely has enough voice in him but to shudder and arch painfully forward against, voice gasping high and breathily with his name on his lips as he comes to release, his lover growling and biting into the juncture of his neck hard enough to draw blood, tongue lapping at the pretty iron wine, groaning into his myriad blood complexion before coming into him, igniting his already burning core as they fall from their aphrodisiac high.
And just as he’s about to close his eyes, he catches his paramour’s face in the soiled glass of the mirror, devil’s smirk wicked on his lips as he kissed his skipping pulse, pressed his incubi smile onto his marred complexion, his skin shuddering beneath his mouth.
”I’m not finished yet, love."
Title: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Genre: Romance+Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shiwon/Yesung
Summary: Plotless Pron with a dash of Snow White.
A/N: I wrote this after listening to Jewelry’s Vari2ty and .hack//Trilogy’s Deepest Memories (Gentle Hands Remix). I have no idea how it turned into this…thing xD
As usual for my dearest lacrymamosa and all those other YeWon fangirls whose names I do not know xD
He arched off the mirror, heat from their passions bringing out smoke onto the glass. His breath made hot clouds onto the mirror as he opened his eyes, staring at himself in captivation and surprise.
Even as the moans continued to spill from his lips, he couldn't help but stare at the person in the reflection, skin enflamed red, marked by bites bruising over. Hands clenching into stark white sheets, and dark hair mussed and untidy, falling into his hazy eyes, sticking to his blushed cheeks, barely brushing the corner of his bitten lips, red as Eve's apple, that took away their virgin minds, and made them tainted and tempted.
The lust driven sounds rending from his lips tore him away from the strange reflection of himself (he still didn't believe that odd unearthly imprisoned incubus was him), his lips being brought back to others, biting, sucking until they were redder, deep as the Queen's blood drops on the snow.
It felt like lips all over his skin, his skin that was burning, so hot...he needed more, greed-lust taking over as his hands reached out to grab his face in his hands and bring them to his mouth. His lips seeking his, before wandering to his jaw, his cheek, the top of his eyes. Plush lips melding into his paramour's until he cried, twisting his body into positions he never knew he could do. Legs wound around thighs, and hips fitting together, bodies sliding into place. Hands working hypnotic, addicting euphoria into him like some sinister sex-ridden demon.
His lover, oh yes, his lover was this sex daemon. Sadi, prolonging his release until he sobbed into his neck, screamed pleasured curses at him. And he would wait for his smirk, that god-be-damned smirk, and then he brings him onto him so slowly, he feels he will burst.
Slowly it becomes faster, and then he's screaming again, skin painted crimson from the red of biting, and voice hoarse, but somehow still moaning loudly. He turns his head to the side to see the mirror glass, slick with a blur of sweat and cum and he sees himself from the corner of his eye, hipbones mottled purple with moon marks, scrapes left by fingernails scoring his skin, the skin that was white as snow before he bore these pleasurable wounds into them, pressed fire into his skin.
He barely has enough voice in him but to shudder and arch painfully forward against, voice gasping high and breathily with his name on his lips as he comes to release, his lover growling and biting into the juncture of his neck hard enough to draw blood, tongue lapping at the pretty iron wine, groaning into his myriad blood complexion before coming into him, igniting his already burning core as they fall from their aphrodisiac high.
And just as he’s about to close his eyes, he catches his paramour’s face in the soiled glass of the mirror, devil’s smirk wicked on his lips as he kissed his skipping pulse, pressed his incubi smile onto his marred complexion, his skin shuddering beneath his mouth.
”I’m not finished yet, love."