Mar 11, 2014
krisoo in which kris is a high class hooker make me proud son
Yifan lays twisted into blood red sheets, the simple gold band around his neck the only indication of what he is. He smells of liquor and cologne beneath the fresher scent of sweat and sex, and he wraps his legs around Kyungsoo’s waist, ankles crossed at the small of the slighter man’s back. Kyungsoo presses warm lips to the cold metal of Yifan’s collar in a kiss that is desperately possessive, and that’s when Yifan realises something that hits him like a punch to the gut; he’s in love.
