.Touch Your Mind (English Translation)

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Are you ready to walk by my side?

Are you ready to dream next to my heart?

Are you ready to love me forever?

Are you ready to think only of me?

#mekframe

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In the morning while in the mountain town, the weather was so cold that only Frame had woken up early, although he refused to get out of bed. And not only did he not get up, but he put his beautiful head under the thick quilt, he definitely didn't want to get out of there.

He was lying next to the wall at the end of the bedroom with Mek's group of friends lying in a long row. And there was only one person asleep next to him. And if you ask who is he?, don't think too much about it, it should be obvious.

The mattress they slept on was a thick cotton mattress commonly seen in provincial homes.

The size of the mattress is six feet wide and it could sleep two people. And it wouldn't have to be said who slept with him. As for the blankets provided by the temple, they are thick quilts, but they come in many sizes. Most are three and a half feet. There would only be four or five of the six-foot wide sheets. And the person who took one of them was no one other than Mek himself. He was the one who organized everything. From choosing the location, mattress, duvet pillow, to the side to sleep on.

Since he said very clearly that, he didn't want Frame to sleep near anyone else. He was afraid that someone would sleepwalk and hug him.

 

...And Mek said...

// That's all, what else can I do? // , in a jealous tone.

"Ah ," the voice of the person lying under the bed of the same quilt groaned softly, letting him know that he was now awake. Mek, who had been lying on his back, turned onto his side and faced him. Then he lifted his thick hand and placed it on Frame's belly.

Then they hugged each other until they were very close.

A handsome face rested on a broad shoulder. His warm breath blew over his soft cheeks until the person who had touched him felt warmth all over his face. A thick hand resting on his stomach slid under Peacock's thick sweater. A warm hand ran over his skin along his pronounced abs, making him shiver.

Then, the beautiful face reached out and buried its nose in his cheek.

At this moment, a beautiful hand reached out and pulled the hand that was still rubbing his entire body out of his shirt.

Mek, the stubborn man, held his hand to pretend to disagree at first. Before he switched to holding his hand and putting his hands on his stomach instead of him. But his handsome face still refused to leave his soft cheeks. The other had a prominent nose that caressed his cheek non-stop. His mouth barely touched his white cheeks, tickling his until he became erect.

The harassed person turned his face to avoid touching him before turning to cast a scolding look. But does Mek care? Mek is a person who is more stubborn than a three-year-old, so he sticks his face in and kisses him on the lips.