▐║ ♡ ┊ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. How unsteady he becomes, how he twitches against her touch. She's mastered this, the art of provocation — of driving him to the brink in the most deliberate fashion. It's fair game, she thinks, for all the ways Hwan always does the same to her. And at least, despite the teasing, the calculated nature of her efforts, the worship is genuine. Every gesture is full of warmth, admiration, the rawest expression of a desire as possessive as it is loving. Like the moon worshipping the sun. Their time is limited in this room before they're discovered, and yet, she gluttonously steals every second she can, wondering what will stop her first — the door in the front of the room inevitably opening at some point, or Hwan's patience finally breaking entirely.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe forward push of his hips gives her an answer to that. Pink eyes flicker upward, broken from her near-trance by the sound of her name leaving him so sharply. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock trapped between her clamped lips, looking him directly in the eyes as she persists, purposefully inciting him more by swiping against that sensitive ridge at the underside. She stops only when Hwan pulls back on her hair, looking down at her with the impatience she had worked so hard to stir. Junha holds his gaze, licking at her lips with poorly-hidden mischief. Even the way she speaks is measured with intent; only two words, but she wields them like arrows, aimed to strike in a way she knows will have the most effect. ㅤ❝ Yes, sir. ❞ㅤ She says it earnestly. Obediently. Once again, she places power back into his hands, the implied promise that she'll behave herself . . . for the moment.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤLips part to welcome his cock again, holding on to Hwan's thighs as he takes more of her mouth. Junha's tongue presses upwards, giving him tighter friction as he glides deeper, and when she feels him reach the back of her throat, she moans. There's no more teasing as she curls her digits in the bunched-up sweatpants just above his knees, beginning to move on her own again — and this time, she does exactly as he'd asked. Her eyes flutter closed, thoroughly focused on the task at hand and enjoying every moment of it, taking him with testing bobs of her head deeper into her throat, then deeper, working him through.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤShe looks up at Hwan once more, holding his gaze to make sure he sees the moment she takes him fully, every thick inch taken as far as he can possibly fit, her lips wrapping around the base of his shaft. Junha moans again, letting it vibrate around him as she begins a rhythm, sucking with every drag along his length. Her eyes grow watery at the pressure in her throat, her hands climbing up his form to better anchor herself; one snakes around to grip to back of his thigh, leaving behind the impressions of her manicured nails, and the other rises to drag against the lower part of his abdomen, tracing just above his cock with her fingers.