*Folded lower limbs bathing in wet vermilion, while mottled of the same hue disguise stripped anatomy. Saturated palms press against the swelling pool as luminous orbs dully fixate on a flickering bulb*
… Haa.. It’s not enough..
*Folded lower limbs bathing in wet vermilion, while mottled of the same hue disguise stripped anatomy. Saturated palms press against the swelling pool as luminous orbs dully fixate on a flickering bulb*
… Haa.. It’s not enough..
*Lids flick back at the audacious yet courteous venture towards the sadist, unwilled recoil against firm restraint*
.. Sylve, that’s–..
*Joints tenderly curl, a response due to dampness and film along flesh, attempt at restoration. Fringes of storm blue strands veil a tormented +
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Without much of a thought、his digits swiftly reached to grasp the slander wrist. Rescuing pale skin from the residues of dust- and maybe germs? Why would he touch his dirty knee?What a reckless masterー
A quiet exhale emitted past the butlers lips when eyes finally
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surfacing as an ache clutches and claws at the shorter’s essence, pleading for release*
.. But.. Haah.. Your job.. Is to keep my home and its belongings clean.. Yes?
*Space between thinned to a thread, luster of steel orbs seize and shackle the sight of the faithful while a palm descends and fixes itself on tainted fabric. Caressing motion before a tight squeeze*
.. I don’t mind it
*Whispered breath in steamed pulses, brushed scarlet +
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Elevating his head with ease when touched、as if even his joints obeyed- not the soul inhibiting this body but the one who owns it.
Calm settled on visage.. as it always is. And his hazel optics refused to inch away. Concentrating in case there is a wordless command
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It's Ren Kyuji.. Just Ren will do
*Detaching from the air between them, lowering himself into the lap of the closest businessman. Cranium's back pressed into the stranger’s shoulder with a warm-blooded sigh passing through sharpened tiers*
Leave when i’ve only just arrived? +
"If I shouldn't call you that, then perhaps you should tell me yourr name instead? Or do you assume I must know you? because I certainly do not."
Arms crossed, eyes down on the other as he came closer, Ilhyeon definetly did not mind, after all that was his intention
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*Pristine, bound with ease, preserved excellence until an abrupt, calculated torque imprints a slimy residue. Sylve’s bottoms ruined.
Vexation conveyed through a notable click, lingual flesh striking the palate, angling toward the unbidden’s most beloved possession. Invoked +
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That authoritative gaze was exactly what he was anticipating. Far from any warmth. And so ..𝐡𝐢𝐦. It's never unsettling.
Not a moment was wasted at idle talk as his digits were brought to grasp on the laces. His own eyes lowered... Brought to where they should be. And
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