Hello, it's me who sings. I'd like to clarify about the Dremione fic that we won't be uploading it anymore because all the files have disappeared. Plus now I've changed two levels. and still continues into the line

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I'd like to announce that we won't be writing long fics again because we'll definitely have to worry. I will write it as a short fic only. Sorry to disappoint you.

Actually, we're going to post a Seung Ju Ju fic too. Lately, I've only been posting on tweets, but this forum is small so I'm posting on Dek Dee as well. Haha.

Twitter: @pplengppin

Most of the time we will keep you posted on the progress of the fic here. You can go in and protest and demand the fic.

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Name: Dote

Paring: Jondami

PG: 15+

Warning *

In this fic, the ages of the characters have been adjusted to increase. I feel very sinful if I dress a ten-year-old or a thirteen-year-old like this. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Where Mian will be 19 years old and Nong Jon will be 16 *

His heart beat loudly like a leather drum being beaten on a battlefield. The blood in the body is pumped according to the pulse.

The young man was breathing heavily, causing his chest beneath the placket of his thick shirt to move in a rhythmic rhythm.

But that face was not without a smile.

Satan's smile..

The screams of the enemy filled his ears.

Crimson blood splattered from the wound.

His smile stretched wider every time a flurry of punches hit the opposite side of the face.

The transparent body moved like a piece of cloth blown by the wind.

Both hands flicked the weapons of defense and attack.

The black robe fluttered as the other party moved, causing the people in front of him to seem like they were dancing with ferocity.

The sound of blades clashing together The sound of pain, the sound of punches, these sounds were like music being played for the other party.

Jonathan couldn't take his eyes off.

Bright blue eyes focused on the owner of the devilish smile that stretched across his face.

A young boy is fascinated..

Falling in love with that evil smile..

A wet voice rang out. The root cause was a pair of lips that showed no signs of separating.

He easily carried the figure in Robin's clothes up. The green mask used to conceal Damian Wayne's true identity has been carelessly taken off and left somewhere in a bedroom in a mansion in Gotham City.

Damien raised both his arms and wrapped them around his neck. Crushing the mass of jet black hair, he let out a feeling that felt like dozens of butterflies fluttering inside his stomach.

Jonathan nibbled on the other's lower lip. Suck and pull until it's red. The sounds of both of them breathing together. Both of his hands cupped the other's buttocks before vigorously pounding them through the placket of his shirt until the person who had been treated so violently let out a cry in his throat.

The young Kryptonian placed the man in his embrace on the bed as their lips continued to act as if they were not giving in to each other. A hot tongue penetrated him, caressing the sweetness inside his mouth.

Damian made a protest sound in his throat. A slender, naked hand imprinted on the letters.

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on the jacket before giving it a gentle push.

Jonathan parted his lips lingeringly, like he was savoring his favorite dessert. Press the tip of your nose and lips onto your cheeks. He inhaled until he caught the scent of the other person's body.

The frayed fabric of Robin's chest beneath his shirt rose and fell with the rate of his breathing.

“J Jon..”

The owner of the name closed his eyes. He put his hand inside the placket of the figure beneath him. Biting his lips, Tri Seal placed a light honey-colored nape on his neck.

And the sound of his name being called out from time to time along with the feeling that crackled in his chest.

He is fascinated when the other person calls his name..

Jonathan was staring at the green orb that was moving along with the letters.

Damien's eyes were like emeralds. He liked them. They were an intense shade of green. Not a dull green like most people. Damian's eyes had a clear separation between pupils and eye color.

And Jonathan thought that he was somewhat psychotic to evaluate something like this..

But even so, he continued to focus on the other person's gestures without paying attention.

His face was the color of light honey and he looked serious at the book in front of him. His brows furrowed together until they almost formed a knot.

A slender hand grabbed the end of a corner of the sheet of paper and turned it over to the next page.

The sitting position was changed to cross-legged, showing off the legs because of the jeans.

Jonathan looked over the other's body. He knew Damien was aware but he didn't care. And his gaze stopped on the same green eyes.

The boy decided to reach across the small coffee table between them. before placing a hand on the other person's face

Damian glanced at the person in front of him. A light touch came on the skin of his cheek as Jonathan's thumb smoothed it gently.

“What?” He raised his eyebrows. But the person being asked just smiled toothily and didn't answer.

..He was mesmerized when those green eyes focused solely on him.

The boy kissed the back of the other's bare feet without any disgust. Press your lips against the lightly scratched leg.

before reaching the light honey-colored thighs that were peeking out from his boxers. He pressed a kiss to the blade mark that had been created long ago.

Jonathan removed his bright green gloves. Press a kiss on the other person's hand.

He ran his lips over the honey-colored arms that were scarred from battle. Pressing a soft kiss on the wound as if wanting to soothe it, drawing a chuckle from Damian.

The young boy stood up. Zip up your jacket.

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The middle of his chest that the other person was wearing was exposed, revealing a stomach full of beautifully arranged muscles and painted wounds.

He pressed a kiss to the rounded shoulder that had a sharp wound that had pierced it. His lips moved to rest on the smooth nape of her neck before kissing gently. Jonathan heard Damien's pounding heartbeat and Damien's nervous intake of breath.

He ran his lips along her collarbone. It faded to the chest where there were marks from sword strikes. He pressed a soft kiss to it. Touch your lips to the heart area..

..He is fascinated by every part of the other person..

They snuggled together on a large sofa. Their hands supported a cup of hot chocolate with white marshmallows floating above the dark brown liquid.

A thick blanket was covering both of their bodies. Just stare out the window.

..Look at the white snow that keeps falling.

Damian sipped his hot chocolate and complained of the boredom with extremely mean words.

Jonathan smiled slightly. He leaned his head on the other side. Kissing the perfectly set black hair Inhaling the scent of the shampoo that Damian often used into his lungs.

He is happy..

Damian seemed to know what the other person was doing. The young man took his eyes off the window and turned to look at the person next to him.

“What is yours?”

His sharp face showed a puzzled expression. Both eyebrows crossed that were already furrowed together, even more furrowed than before. Jonathan gave his usual smile.

“I love you so much.”

“tt”

People who are told they love their big cocks make loud noises from their lips. before turning his eyes to the window as usual Both hands raised the hot chocolate to their lips. Pretend to be dissatisfied and cover it up.

A young superhero laughs He saw some sparkle in those bright green orbs.

..He is fascinated when the other person is fascinated by him.

END