[09:12] Bright sunlight broke through the curtains and lit up Yeosang's beautiful blond hair which so soft, all tousled from a good night's sleep.
He looked ethereal, even more than usual, as his eyelashes rested delicately atop his cheeks, lips in an adorable pout as he breathed softly beside you. His arm lay across your middle as you rested facing each other.
Your hand reached up, brushing a piece of his long hair behind his ear as you gazed at him fondly.
As you listened to his soft breathing you noticed it speed up and his eyebrows furrow, before a soft, nearly inaudible, whimper left his soft, parted lips.
You blushed once you finally understood what kind of dream he was having, feeling your blood heat up. Feeling too flustered with the situation and not knowing what else do, you decided to make breakfast and hope that he’d wake up either from its smell or the sounds of you making it.
But as you come back to your bedroom, his noises seemed to have only grown in volume. Right as you entered you we able to hear him and see the way he squirmed under the sheets.
You approached him slowly, sitting beside him on the bed, brushing the back of your fingers across his reddened cheek.
The dream seemed to have escalated since you'd last checked in, so you considered simply waking him up, but then remembered a conversation you'd had some time ago.
You placed yourself in between his legs, fingers lightly touching his inner thighs, making his skin jump. But he did not wake.
Your fingertips traced the edge of his boxers lightly, reveling in the way goosebumps appeared on the smooth skin of his stomach.
Your kisses took you upwards, towards his face, as your hands settled on either side of his hips to hold yourself over him. His eyelids moved, as if he was about to wake up, but no such thing happened.
As your name left his petal-like lips, you gripped the band of his underwear, slipping it down slowly and gently enough that it would not wake him up.
His breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his cock and you almost expected him to wake up then. But he didn't.
Your lips wrapped around his tip slowly, enveloping him in your silky warmth as his body twitched and another, louder, moan left him, before you sucked around him. The moan he released was even louder, and as you looked up, you saw that his eyes had opened and you locked gazes, his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as he let out a breathless moan of your name, cheeks reddening even more.
"Slept well, baby?" You asked cheekily, moving up to straddle his hips as he laid under you, panting.
"Dreamt of me?" You teasingly whispered, he groaned, embarrassedly covering his face.
"Baby..." Yeosang whined, nearly inaudible behind his hands.
"What do you need, baby?" You asked, caressing his forearms to get him to uncover his features.
"I need to be inside you, right now, please." Yeosang said as he placed his hands on your hips instead of in front of his face.
"Whatever you need honey." Luckily for the both of you, when you left the bed after waking up, you only felt like putting on Yeosang's shirt and nothing else. So you hurried to line his member with your entrance, sliding it between your folds for lubricant as he hissed. Only then did you notice how much his moaning affected you, and just how exciting his dream had been by how hard he was.
He slowly slid inside you, both of you moaning softly at the feeling, before you placed your forehead against his, holding his face in your hands as you kissed his kips gingerly, muffling both of your noises.
"I love you so much." You whispered to him, tenderly stroking his cheek.
"I-I love you too-- ah!" He said, moaning as you moved, throwing his head back to show you his neck which you promptly laid gentle kisses on.
Deciding to maintain the heartwarming atmosphere, instead of riding him into next week, as you usually would, and still being sluggish from sleeping, you instead moved your hips side to side or in a circle. Anyway to give you both pleasure without having to separate.
You quickly managed to find your sweet spot, letting out a high pitched moan as you clenched impossibly around Yeosang, making him moan lowly, so deep you could feel it with your hands on his chest.
"I-- I think--oh! I think I'm close! Are you, baby?" You stuttered as his cock kept hitting all the right spots better, and deeper, than ever before.
"Yes-- Fuck, I'm so close! Don't stop moving baby." He grunted, grip tightening on your hips even further as he looked deeply into your eyes, his colored with dark clouds of list, no doubt reflecting your own.
You came after a few more grinds of your hips against his with a guttural moan. Yeosang soon after feeling your walls clench around him so tightly with a breathless moan.
Yunho was choking on air.
Some painful begs could be heard coming from the taller male, but San wouldn’t give in.
The younger noticed the man’s eyes shift towards the blade.
He applied more pressure on the friend’s neck, and his long arm, that was reaching for the knife, fell on the ground as he became unconscious.
San delivered what would be Yunho’s fatal blow when he grabbed the blade and pierced Yunho’s right eye.
He left the knife in Yunho’s socket, as he was too much of a coward to pull it out and watch the blood fall from his face, creating a second pool of blood on the floor.
Before he stood up and sat back in the circle, he looked at his friend’s corpse one last time.
