I count your wishes in the air; JaeMin; for _starcandy's Awesome!1000+ contest
I count your wishes in the air
165 words. R.
- DBSK; JaeMin.
author aoireeza.
summary Man's insatiable thirst for happiness is his downfall. Such is the fate of man.
notes for _starcandy's Awesome!1000+ contest, based on the prompt one-touch.
disclaimer I do not own these boys. SM does.
He touches you softly, lightly, and you think this isn’t enough - you push him, fill him up against cushions, crash your lips against his and you think, still not enough, so plant kisses down his neck until you hear him breathe your name. Jaejoong, he says, calls out to you, breathless and lovingly, and he digs his nails in your skin - like that, he leaves a mark on you that says property of Shim Changmin; no touching, and you could only hope so much that he has so intended the exact same thing. He traces the marks he’s left on you, mends them all with soft caresses and equally soft kisses, as opposed to your rough ones. You come and so does he. Then you both sink against sheets so threateningly white.
I love you, he whispers in your ear - you’re torn between agreeing and shaking your head, but then he breathes against your skin, forever. Then all your defenses fall.
This… this is enough.
165 words. R.
- DBSK; JaeMin.
author aoireeza.
summary Man's insatiable thirst for happiness is his downfall. Such is the fate of man.
notes for _starcandy's Awesome!1000+ contest, based on the prompt one-touch.
disclaimer I do not own these boys. SM does.
He touches you softly, lightly, and you think this isn’t enough - you push him, fill him up against cushions, crash your lips against his and you think, still not enough, so plant kisses down his neck until you hear him breathe your name. Jaejoong, he says, calls out to you, breathless and lovingly, and he digs his nails in your skin - like that, he leaves a mark on you that says property of Shim Changmin; no touching, and you could only hope so much that he has so intended the exact same thing. He traces the marks he’s left on you, mends them all with soft caresses and equally soft kisses, as opposed to your rough ones. You come and so does he. Then you both sink against sheets so threateningly white.
I love you, he whispers in your ear - you’re torn between agreeing and shaking your head, but then he breathes against your skin, forever. Then all your defenses fall.
This… this is enough.