@jvnha asked: [23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.
Ten minutes into the break, silence had settled, broken only by their slowing breaths. Hwan had pushed off the floor, walking to the wall of mirrors to check the angle of his shoulder in a particular move. Junha had followed, standing behind him, their reflections ghostly in the dimmed lights. It was just the brush of his loose training pants against her leggings, but it felt like a live current connecting them. Hwan’s breath hitched. Then she began to move. It was slow, a subtle rock of her hips that pressed her pelvis against his. The pressure was immediate, incendiary. Hwan groaned, his hands flying to her shoulders, gripping the damp fabric there. He mirrored her movement, pushing back against that gentle, insistent pressure.
They were grinding through their clothes, a desperate, clumsy simulation that felt more real than any fully naked encounter he could remember. The layers of fabric became a torment, a barrier that inflamed the need rather than dampened it. Each rub sent vibrations through his core, straight to his cock, which was already hard and straining against his pants. Her neck was being exposed again. Hwan’s vampire instinct surged, a dual craving, to bite, and to kiss.
He lowered his head, but his lips found her collarbone instead, mouthing at the skin there through her shirt. It was hot, salty. He licked a stripe along it and moved his lips to her ear. “I can feel you.” he breathed, the words slurred with need. “I can smell you, baby. You are so wet already.”
