[FIC] F.H.B. {HoMin, NC-17}
{FUCK. HOT. BAD.}
HoMin, NC-17
No idea what category...T_T But smuttish.
Pumping in your chest like a whole other heart, eardrums buzz but eventually become strained and unhearing to the music that pounds through your body like the little blue pill you took earlier, coursing through your veins, speeding everything up exponentially.
You wonder what the function of your heart rate’s sudden jump would be. Probably parabolic by the end of the night. But right now it’s a linear line shooting straight up to the moon and all that shines in the big navy midnight sky.
Fighting against the haze but your lungs are losing and no oxygen seems to be left in the world. It feels like floating on invisible air currents that travel like trains, boarding one of cold ice then switching to a new one that’s warm and all consuming.
Your head is inside out and upside down, right side up and falling. Limbs angle and flow to the base shaking your insides. Lights swirl and flash, flicker in colors your eyes can’t quite catch and flare across all the humidity.
You want to fuck. Just fuck.
He’s tall-but not taller-and dark, body rhythmically moving with the speaker’s thrumming. Flicking hips, you catch his eye. Bodies flush with pheromones and hallucinogens but neither of you fight the rolling of pelvises and sashaying tongues that follow.
His sweat slicked hair, coppery toned skin, rippling muscles that look so good you might eat him alive and just feast on the sex he embodies with nothing more then a slight smirk.
You want him inside you. That blazing heat of practically being split down the middle and repeatedly being filled. You almost cum in your pants thinking about it.
Tiles like ice on magma, skin melts against the contrasting wall and ears ring in a reminder of the music still twisting the many bodies on the dance floor, the puppets of such auditory delight.
Flesh searing to his, welding heaving sternums and echoing ribcages together in one mess of aching libido.
Hot. Everything about him is hot.
Like Heaven’s liquor and Hell’s bubblegum, his lips taste like nothing you’ll ever taste again. Addiction etches it’s way past the man made intoxicants, marking itself as a new and even more powerful addition to your being. Man made as well but in the most natural of forms possible, *he’s under your skin.
The strain in the front of your pants meets his for a split second, deliciously new every single time.
A rumble, a growl, a moan and a whimper. All mixed in one leaves you wondering just how long you’ve been living in such an empty shell for so long as you return the needy call.
A finger over the front of your zipper elicits a shiver of want and anticipation you can see reflecting back from the dark pools hooded behind dipping lashes. Your drowning in them, swimming against the current of lust you feel for and from him.
“Come home with me.” it leaves his lips like an untold secret, wafting through the dirty air in a quiet breath.
He leaves butterfly kisses on your face. It burns your eyelids and tickles your nose.
So bad. You want him so bad.
Emotions aren’t supposed to run rapid in the men’s washroom of a club with some random stranger, not usually.
Somehow everything seems right.
“Where’s your car?”
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*Or, if you wish this to be rated PG, change to: he’s under your sky. XD
This isn't my intended, epicly long ONE NIGHT spin off. T_T
I FAIL, I KNOW!
But his kinda just happened a few days before the holidays & I decided to post it up anyways.
Comment, criticize, love, hate, whatever. ♥ 8D