Time is Running out
Time is Running out;
JongKey; R
I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted;
--
Jonghyun pants, throws his head back and feels the sweat trickle down his forehead.
He bites down on the gag that's placed on his mouth, trying hard not to scream
as the other one's tongue trails on the inside of his thighs.
His muscles spazz at the cold touch of the being in front of him,
beautiful and alluring; mysterious and seductive.
Jonghyun feels the urge to move, to stroke that porcelain skin, but finds his hands
are bound and tied down to the chair. His clothes are missing, but he finds it
comforting, the slight gust of the cold night wind blowing against his bare skin.
You will be the death of me
He thinks, as he watches the being slowly move in front of him. He meets those eyes,
deep, dark, secretive and delicious, and those lips, pink, soft and moist. He finds himself
resisting, struggling, urging himself to move. He wanted more. Much more. The being
places a slender finger upon his gagged lips, and tugs the corner of its mouth as if to say
"I know"
Jonghyun closes his eyes, his breathing becoming laboured
as he feels the being slowly creep up.Toes curl in anticipation, and his
throat dries in excitement, as he feels the blood surge through his veins.
He hears his heart pound wildly, ecstatically, as he feels the being's breath
hot against his neck.
You will suck the life out of me
The fangs extend, probes the side of his neck where some pulsating arteries lie;
The being hesitates, but Jonghyun groans, coaxing the being to move on.
He closes his eyes and furrows his brows, readying himself for the upcoming pain;
fangs sink into his flesh, and Jonghyun bites down harder.He likes the pain;
he lives for it, and the being cannot complain about it. Jonghyun's blood tastes
sweeter than honey, and the being thinks that he could live off it forever.
Our time is running out
Jonghyun groans, feeling his energy slowly fade away. But he holds onto the few
that's left, just to see, just to see those eyes. Bright and red and enthralling.
Jonghyun soon finds himself drowning, falling down into a dark pit.
Those eyes watch him from the surface, as he slowly floats down.
He waits, sure that the being would rescue him. It always does.
The gag falls off from his mouth, and he finds it hard to breathe,
but a gust of oxygen thrusted into his mouth, into his lungs, gives him enough
that he coughs and sputters and spits out the rest.
He opens his eyes, landing his gaze upon the delicate face of the being in front of him.
It is frowning, holding Jonghyun's face in its hand; the cold felt nice,
Jonghyun thinks as he closes his eyes once more.
He was back, back on the surface again.
"Jonghyun, I love you."
The being utters, and Jonghyun groans in response. There was no need to say it;
the feeling is mutual. And there was nothing in the entire world that he would
ever trade for the feeling, and the thrill, and the suspense of it all.
Jonghyun is floating happily; he knows that he never has to worry.
JongKey; R
I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted;
--
Jonghyun pants, throws his head back and feels the sweat trickle down his forehead.
He bites down on the gag that's placed on his mouth, trying hard not to scream
as the other one's tongue trails on the inside of his thighs.
His muscles spazz at the cold touch of the being in front of him,
beautiful and alluring; mysterious and seductive.
Jonghyun feels the urge to move, to stroke that porcelain skin, but finds his hands
are bound and tied down to the chair. His clothes are missing, but he finds it
comforting, the slight gust of the cold night wind blowing against his bare skin.
You will be the death of me
He thinks, as he watches the being slowly move in front of him. He meets those eyes,
deep, dark, secretive and delicious, and those lips, pink, soft and moist. He finds himself
resisting, struggling, urging himself to move. He wanted more. Much more. The being
places a slender finger upon his gagged lips, and tugs the corner of its mouth as if to say
"I know"
Jonghyun closes his eyes, his breathing becoming laboured
as he feels the being slowly creep up.Toes curl in anticipation, and his
throat dries in excitement, as he feels the blood surge through his veins.
He hears his heart pound wildly, ecstatically, as he feels the being's breath
hot against his neck.
You will suck the life out of me
The fangs extend, probes the side of his neck where some pulsating arteries lie;
The being hesitates, but Jonghyun groans, coaxing the being to move on.
He closes his eyes and furrows his brows, readying himself for the upcoming pain;
fangs sink into his flesh, and Jonghyun bites down harder.He likes the pain;
he lives for it, and the being cannot complain about it. Jonghyun's blood tastes
sweeter than honey, and the being thinks that he could live off it forever.
Our time is running out
Jonghyun groans, feeling his energy slowly fade away. But he holds onto the few
that's left, just to see, just to see those eyes. Bright and red and enthralling.
Jonghyun soon finds himself drowning, falling down into a dark pit.
Those eyes watch him from the surface, as he slowly floats down.
He waits, sure that the being would rescue him. It always does.
The gag falls off from his mouth, and he finds it hard to breathe,
but a gust of oxygen thrusted into his mouth, into his lungs, gives him enough
that he coughs and sputters and spits out the rest.
He opens his eyes, landing his gaze upon the delicate face of the being in front of him.
It is frowning, holding Jonghyun's face in its hand; the cold felt nice,
Jonghyun thinks as he closes his eyes once more.
He was back, back on the surface again.
"Jonghyun, I love you."
The being utters, and Jonghyun groans in response. There was no need to say it;
the feeling is mutual. And there was nothing in the entire world that he would
ever trade for the feeling, and the thrill, and the suspense of it all.
Jonghyun is floating happily; he knows that he never has to worry.