Title: Dejavu
Rate: NC-17
The bedroom door opened just as you were thrown inside. You leaned against the window frame to create a leaning. But you were followed by a tall figure, hugging you closely until you were locked against a high window. Warm, moist lips pressed against his, conveying his desire without him having to speak. A large hand found a long piece of rope and pulled it down in a half-snap motion. You were startled when a bright light shot in from behind you.
“No...close...close the curtains...” You tried to break away from those hungry lips, panting sharply, “...someone will see.”
"No, it's not..." His voice sounded comfortable, not distressed.
“It's bright like this. ...I will be able to see you clearly.”
He just stopped the conversation. and start kissing and demanding And the tips of slender fingers that run down the back of your shirt and undo the clasp of your brassiere. The tight jeans were a little difficult to remove, enough for him to make a noise of displeasure in his throat. But it didn't take long before it fell from your hip and onto the floor.
Your arms tighten around him as he begins to lose resistance. Amber eyes stared longingly at your bare skin. When you can force yourself to take off your T-shirt.
"...wait a minute..."
without even stopping to listen Two very warm hands slipped under the small cotton pants. A large palm pressed against the skin of your hip before sliding it down. Leaving only the naked body While he still had all of his clothes, even his outer jeans jacket. The kiss became more intense, making you hug him tighter.
Run your fingers through the black hair. Crushing with emotions that are getting hotter every time. All the while you could do nothing but hold him as tight as you could. Both of his hands functioned so well that it was almost abnormal.
The light from outside gradually decreases in brightness. A roar from the London sky came through the thick glass panes. And the sound of water drops hitting the window made the air gradually cooler. You shivered slightly because of the rapidly changing weather outside. The tops of her breasts were erect due to the rough texture of the jeans that rubbed against them. and the coldness of the back attached to the window
Moist lips slid down from the corners of his mouth. Running it down your cheek, onto your neck, and onto your chest, you bit your lip tightly to hide the embarrassing sound. A high nose drags through the cleavage. Follow the tip of the hot tongue that flickers along the surface of the body to the abdomen. A large hand pressed seductively on her hip.
“Zen...cold on the back...”
“It'll be hot soon...”
That's all he said. Then he pressed a kiss to her lower abdomen. As warm hands moved up to cup your breasts. gently caress Bullying until you have to break down sobbing with emotion. The wetness beneath you made your heart race, your limbs go limp, but the man who was enjoying traveling around bare skin ignored it.
Thin lips graze the top of her chest. Until you finally let out a cry. He smiled.
“I miss you the most – I love you.”
A large hand moved your body to fit into the window frame. I pulled away only moments ago to unbutton my jeans. before slowly moving him closer to you. Fusing the body into one and moved his body tantalizingly
...on the other side of the window It's raining harder...
“Wait...ha – Zen... go to bed – I'm cold on my back...”
“So?” Zen breathed heavily into your ear, kissing your temple softly, “...but it's so hot inside of you...”
Your eardrums shrieked as the rhythm of the movements became more intense. Two large hands gripped your waist, keeping you from moving away. You couldn't hold back your embarrassing cries any longer. His heart was pounding like it would explode in the next few seconds. A huge whirlwind swirled in his stomach.
The picture in front of me was so bright that it was blurry. Only Zen is clear.
...g
...love
...darling
…darling...
"darling"
You opened your eyes, blinking in confusion. Seeing Zen staring straight down You sat up and looked around. The television was still on. –Here is Zen's living room.
“I'm back,” Zane grinned. You were even more confused when you saw several huge suitcases at the door. The wall clock shows the time in ten minutes to one o'clock. The small calendar tells you the date one day before the important day that you circled in red.
“...You've returned...”
It's not much of a question in the form of a sentence. Until a moment passed When you move again Look down at yourself. The wet touch of your jeans made your face heat up. ...or was it just now...
The tall figure looked at your expression before lowering his eyes to follow you. It didn't take him long to figure out what it was. The lips were shaped into a mischievous smile.
“...Or...”
You lifted your head, ready to deny whatever he was thinking. Even if it's true!!!
“...Zen isn't...”
A large hand pulls your arm up. Walk across the living room to the door on the right.
...Zen's bedroom...
The bedroom door opened just as you were thrown inside. You leaned against the window frame to create a leaning. But you were followed by a tall figure, hugging you closely until you were locked against a high window. Warm, moist lips pressed against his, conveying his desire without him having to speak. A large hand found a long piece of rope and pulled it down in a half-snap motion. You were startled when a bright light shot in from behind you.
“No...close...close the curtains...” You tried to break away from those hungry lips, panting sharply, “...someone will see.”
"No, it's not..." His voice sounded comfortable, not distressed.
“It's bright like this.” Zen smiled so wide that his face looked like that of a sixteen-year-old boy again. –But you know this is a red flag.
“...I will be able to see you clearly.”