Short-short story (Sunghoon)

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"Hoon..." his hands were driving up my skin under my shirt. His cold finger massaged my back and his lips fell on my nape. His lips were gentle, leaving a tingle on every sweet spot he kissed. I was in between his legs, trying to finish my essay. "I need to," he bit my neck and I moaned softly, "finish..." He rested his chin on my shoulder. "Do you really? I don't think you're in such a rush." I sucked in a deep breath and looked at my blank document. "It's because I have been a little distracted." I cleared my throat and he chuckled. "I know, I know. I'll back off." I sighed in relief as he awoke from the bed. "Right after five minutes." And then he kissed my lips.

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