Ghost
Title: Ghost
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: R
Warnings: Mild sexual content
Genre: Drabble
Disclaimer: I do not own HanGeng nor Heechul. This drabble is merely for enjoyment
Summary: HanGeng has a very real dream
It’s a dream. It has to be. But even though your rational brain knows it’s a dream, and that there is no way it could be real…it feels real, and you want so badly for it to be real that it scares you. You know he is hundreds of miles away, and not here in your bed, his long, slender fingers slipping under the hem of your boxer shorts to stroke you to fullness. You know it’s insanity to be able to smell his scent, so recognizable even after so long. You know you must have finally cracked and have lost your mind because you can feel his lips on yours, and you drown in the memory, the sensation of it. You feel it in every cell of your body, and you let him take you, because you still belong to him, even now.
Your throat closes up, knowing that this isn’t real, and yet he’s here inside you, and you must have called him up like a ghost from within your heart. It stings and burns that you made the choice to leave him. You feel it wash over you and you cry his name in the darkness and it shatters the spell, wakes you up from the dream and crashes you back to reality in your own bed, your own hand, and the lingering echo of his name from your lips.
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Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: R
Warnings: Mild sexual content
Genre: Drabble
Disclaimer: I do not own HanGeng nor Heechul. This drabble is merely for enjoyment
Summary: HanGeng has a very real dream
It’s a dream. It has to be. But even though your rational brain knows it’s a dream, and that there is no way it could be real…it feels real, and you want so badly for it to be real that it scares you. You know he is hundreds of miles away, and not here in your bed, his long, slender fingers slipping under the hem of your boxer shorts to stroke you to fullness. You know it’s insanity to be able to smell his scent, so recognizable even after so long. You know you must have finally cracked and have lost your mind because you can feel his lips on yours, and you drown in the memory, the sensation of it. You feel it in every cell of your body, and you let him take you, because you still belong to him, even now.
Your throat closes up, knowing that this isn’t real, and yet he’s here inside you, and you must have called him up like a ghost from within your heart. It stings and burns that you made the choice to leave him. You feel it wash over you and you cry his name in the darkness and it shatters the spell, wakes you up from the dream and crashes you back to reality in your own bed, your own hand, and the lingering echo of his name from your lips.
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