I understand

Oneshot

He is kissing me.

Lips, unbelievably soft.

His breath, feels warm and shallow.

I sense that it is as if he is trying to be gentle - tentative... he is nervous.

Jian Yi isn't fooling around today.

I allow it to happen. He is certain in his resolve to approach me, and I don't question or resist.

The atmosphere is still; calm. Neither of us defensive or passing it off as a joke.

Maybe I am curious too; but really, I find myself rather unable to think.

He moves his lips slowly, as if nibbling gently. Warm, cushiony-soft...

I respond, licking his lips and mine.

My focus is — interrupted, when he gasps for a little breath - his lips quivering slightly... almost pulling away.

I find myself leaning into him. Reconnecting us.

I come to notice his hand that has been gently cupping my cheek... it is trembling. Cold fingers fluttering delicately against my cheek.

I close my eyes. That's enough -

My hand reaches for his, clasping it in mine.

And just like that, I am kissing him back. Moist lips electrifyingly slippery and conductive.

I feel him tense without resisting as I reach to his lower back, pulling him in against me with my other arm.

Our warm, firm bodies melt against one another.

This warm, radiating heat... I am drawn to him. I want to breathe him in.

He smells good.

His hair, soft and silky... pungent with pheromones and that sweet musky smell that always seems to accompany him. Heady... it plays with my senses.

It is as if something has triggered in us; stirred up - the atmosphere thickens, enveloping us in it.

Our breathing has quickened and the kiss is sloppy, slippery... natural. I'm feeling his hands in mine, still slightly trembling - I am rubbing his fingers, his palm... feeling the texture of his skin.

Soft. Bony. Slender. Strong, yet delicate...

His cold hands are gently warming up again in mine.

We pull away for a moment.

He gazes at my lips, and looks at me with hooded eyes; face, flushed; hair, soft and ruffled.

He is hungry... and I can't get enough of him.

Hands, reaching. Grasping. Clasping at each other's faces, hair... he clings onto my shoulders and we pull each other close, not know who is leading or following.

I don't really know what is happening, but my skin, scalp, neck... wherever he touches feels alight with fire and jolts of electricity. His firm, soft yet sinewy body - I can't seem to get enough of.

That smooth tofu-like skin... delicate... I shrug off that thought.

Sensations drowning out my narrative; so many things I don't quite understand, but I know I want more... more. Of him.

I hear him make a little sound in response to a nibble on his ear.

He is quivering under my breath and tongue dancing against his delicate skin. In an instant, my body reacts to him.