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3rd person pov
"Agh! Aish that bastard stabbed me!" The man with plump lips cursed while entering a bustling bar, trying his best to handle the situation. Despite his best efforts, he noticed that his stomach was bleeding profusely. Suddenly, a sweet voice interrupted his thoughts, breaking his concentration on his wound. Looking up, he saw a pair of big, doe-like eyes staring at his t-shirt. It was drenched in blood.
"May I help you with your wound?" the sweet voice asked. The man with plump lips hesitated momentarily, trying to gather his thoughts. He didn't want to inconvenience anyone, but he knew his wound needed attention.
"Um, I don't need any help. I'll handle it myself," the man replied. He smiled at the big doe bambi eyes, his voice filled with gratitude. However, when he saw the man struggling and groaning in obvious pain, he couldn't ignore the situation any longer.
"But you're struggling and it's bleeding a lot! Let me help!" the big doe bambi eyes offered, clearly concerned for the man's well-being. The man with plump lips hesitated again, realizing he couldn't manage the situation alone.
"Um okay!" he said, giving in to defeat. The big doe bambi eyes took an alcohol bottle from the bar's alcohol center. Motioning the man to follow, they made their way to a secluded sofa area. The area had an attached bathroom, providing the necessary privacy.
In the bathroom, the doe-eyed boy asked, "Can I lift your t-shirt up?" The man nodded, allowing the boy to help him with his wound. The doe-eyed boy carefully lifted the man's shirt, exposing his injury. The sight was alarming, with blood dripping down his stomach.
Gently, the doe-eyed boy poured a small amount of alcohol on the wound, disinfecting it. He then applied pressure to control the bleeding. The man with plump lips winced in pain, but he stayed composed, knowing that the boy was trying to help him.
The doe-eyed boy continued to apply pressure to the wound, using a towel to absorb the blood. The man with plump lips could feel the pain subsiding, and a sense of relief washed over him. "Thank you so much for your help!" He thanked the doe-eyed boy for his assistance, knowing that he had saved him from further harm.
Together, they exited the bathroom. The man with plump lips felt better but was still conscious of the soreness in his abdomen.
"Oh, sorry! I'm Eunwoo," said the man with plump lips. "Thanks for helping me, umm..." "Jungkook!" interrupted the doe-eyed boy.
Eunwoo was taken aback by Jungkook's beauty when he saw him. At first, he was more focused on the wound than the boy who had helped him, but now he was captivated by Jungkook's appearance, and his breath caught in his throat.
Jungkook's gaze fixated on Eunwoo as he observed him with keen interest. The young man took his time, studying every single detail of Eunwoo's face. It was evident that Eunwoo possessed an impeccable and striking handsomeness. His features were beautifully flawless, and his eyes were mesmerizing, with pretty prominent regional and noticeable double eyelids, although not the largest. His jawline was sharp and defined, adding to the overall allure of his appearance. Eunwoo's cheekbones were high and visually pleasing, and he had a slim and elegant nose bridge. The young man's eyebrows were aesthetically pleasing, not overly thick or bushy. Eunwoo stood tall, towering over Jungkook by a good two feet or so, making his presence all the more impressive.
"You're staring into my soul," Eunwoo said as the pretty boy hummed and walked away in the crowd of the bar.
Eunwoo lost in thought, muttered under his breath, "He doesn't talk much, I see." He left the dimly lit bar, wondering if he would ever cross paths with the beautiful stranger once more.
As the pretty boy sat on the table of the drinking section of the bar, his eyes were fixated on Eunwoo, who had just left. Eunwoo walked out safely and slowly, taking measured steps as he navigated the crowded bar. The pretty boy sighed in relief.
The pretty boy looked up to see the attorney standing next to him, a strong musk smell emanating from him. The attorney's presence was unexpected, and the pretty boy couldn't help but wonder what he was doing there.
"That was a lot of hard work, I see Jungkookie," the attorney said, his eyes briefly meeting the pretty boy's before glancing away.
The pretty boy took a sip from his glass, trying to keep his composure.
"Didn't expect you here, Mr. Kim," the pretty boy said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Well, I'm expected," the attorney replied carelessly, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips.
The attorney leaned forward with a playful smile on his face. "By the way, are you done with your helping service?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The pretty boy couldn't help but smirk in response. "Yeah, I'm done," he replied with a nod.
Suddenly, the attorney's tone turned jealous as he asked, "Was that man really that handsome to be examined by you on the first meet?" The pretty boy raised an eyebrow in surprise. Was the attorney really jealous of him helping a wounded man?
Without hesitation, the pretty boy replied, "Well, he's indeed very handsome and attractive." The attorney's curiosity was piqued, and the pretty boy continued, "And he has a toned body too, which is quite impressive."
The attorney couldn't hide his jealousy any longer, clenching his fists tightly as he gritted his teeth. "I see," he said through his teeth, his grip on the pretty boy's hand tightening. The pretty boy teased him, "Mr. Kim, I see you're getting all worked up." The attorney's hold on his hand became even tighter, but the pretty boy didn't seem to mind working up.
" I'm just jealous that you treated him so goodly at the first meet" the attorney reasoned to avoid more teasing of the pretty boy but he didn't want to admit he wasn't about it rather he was jealous the whole thing from helping that man to everything.
"I can't believe you stalked us, Mr. Kim," said the pretty man, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he shot a sly grin in Mr. Kim's direction. Mr. Kim immediately felt a knot form in his stomach as he realized he was being accused of something he didn't do.
"I didn't stalk you," The attorney protested, his voice tinged with frustration. "I just came to the bar for a drink. That's when I saw you and everything that happened after that."
The attorney took a moment to collect his thoughts, his eyes flickering over to the pretty boy who sat beside him. He had known the pretty boy for some time now and had always been impressed by his intelligence and quick wit. However, something about his recent behavior had bothered him deeply, and he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
Finally, he spoke up, his voice calm and measured. "I couldn't help but notice how you kept insisting that he get help from you, even though you don't act this way with anyone else but me. It hurt me to see that."
The pretty boy looked up at him, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I helped him because he was a thief who preyed on not-so-innocent people," he explained. "Though I was minding my own business, I noticed that he wasn't doing well. He was wearing ragged clothes and on top, he had a deep wound on the stomach side, and I saw a necklace with baby pictures and parents, I think. Perhaps he could only steal money and things from people as getting a job is so hard. I think he's the eldest among his siblings and is struggling to do anything, so he has chosen to steal money. That's why I helped him, even though I very rarely help people. He seems to be in the very rare dictionary of people I help."
The attorney was amazed by the level of detail in the young man's observations, his eyes widening in surprise. "Jungkookie, I knew it, you are some kind of secret agent. You noticed everything about him. Wow!"
The pretty boy couldn't help but smirk at the attorney's cute statement. However, little did the attorney know that this seemingly charming and attractive individual was actually a cold-blooded killer. The pretty boy's true nature was hidden behind a façade of good looks and charm, making him all the more dangerous. Despite his outward charm, he had a dark side that he kept well-hidden from the world.
The attorney spoke in a serious tone, "Oh Jungkook, I have something important to discuss with you." The pretty boy became serious and asked, "Go on, Mr. Kim."
"I need proof to find the killer of Miss Rose," the attorney furrowed his eyebrows as he remembered the tragic event.
The pretty boy hummed to hide the smirk and then said, "What if I tell you that the killer is someone you know?"
The attorney was taken aback and asked, "Someone I know? I can't think of anyone I know who could be the killer of Miss Rose. Why do you think that the killer is someone I know?"
The pretty boy answered casually as if he wasn't the one who killed Miss Rose, "Well, most of the murders are committed by people close to the victim."
The attorney nodded and said, "That makes sense."
The pretty boy then remarked, "No offense, but sometimes I wonder why you're even an attorney when you're such a cute human being."
The attorney was caught off guard by the comment and whispered, "Shut up."
The pretty boy continued, "But no lie, you have the charisma to be the main judge and yet you're also cute enough to be the judge's favorite. Your unique way of thinking sets you apart."
The attorney blushed at the compliment and looked away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride.
"Let's leave," said the attorney, rising and making his way towards the exit door, followed by the pretty boy.
As they emerged from the dimly lit bar, a gust of wind forcefully hit their bodies, causing their hair to sway and flow in the wind. The sight was breathtaking - they both looked like they had descended from opposite ends of the universe. The attorney appeared to have come from a place of grace and elegance, while the pretty boy looked like he had just arrived from the depths of hell. As they started walking, their presence seemed to fill the alley, giving off an aura of power and confidence that made it seem like they owned the entire world.
As the silence between them lingered, the attorney finally spoke up, breaking the stillness of the alley. "I never wanted to be an attorney in the first place," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "All I ever wanted was to pursue my passion for music and become a saxophonist or a guitarist, but fate had other plans for me."
He looked at the pretty boy walking beside him, who listened intently but remained quiet, allowing the attorney to express the feelings he had been holding back for who-knows-how-long.
The attorney's voice trembled with emotion as he continued speaking, "It's just so unfair. I wish life was full of rainbows, but instead, it can be so cruel. Sometimes I wish I had never been born at all." His words conveyed a deep sense of pain and struggle, and the pretty boy walking beside him could sense it all too well.
Despite his own relative youth and inexperience, the pretty boy felt a strong desire to help the attorney in any way he could. He listened intently as the attorney spoke, trying to understand the depth of his pain and struggle.
The attorney went on, "But I just hope my mom and elder brother are proud of me and watching over me from up there. I hope they are happy and at peace, knowing that I am doing my best, even if it's not what I truly wanted."
The pretty boy nodded in understanding, feeling a sense of empathy for the attorney's situation. He wished that he could take away the attorney's pain and make things right, but he knew that some things were beyond his control. All he could do was be there for the attorney, as a listening ear and a source of comfort.
"Indeed, life is unfair because nothing in this world can make anything fair," the pretty boy said, trying to offer some words of comfort. "But do you know that you yourself are a rainbow because you have the colors of your life in your hand? You can just paint your life like a rainbow."
The attorney listened intently, considering the pretty boy's words. He replied, "I have no color in my hand because I think loving someone romantically can bring colors in life."
The pretty boy thought for a moment before responding, "Well, I don't know much about love, but what you said was true, but not entirely. Everyone has colors in their hands to light up their life or to darken their life. Everyone decides to do whatever they want, either coloring their life or darkening their life with color. The one who lightened their life is the one who fought the demons, and the one who darkened their life with color is the one who let the demons win over them. But I agree with your words as some need a push to color their life and darken their life too, but it can be romantically, mentally, or physically. Just the push can be the good one or bad one." The pretty boy finished speaking, hoping that his words would offer some comfort to the attorney.
The attorney kicked on a small stone as he posed a question to the pretty boy, "Do you think the ones who darkened their life are losers for making the demons of their head win?" The pretty boy stopped walking and looked at the alley before answering. "No, I don't think they are losers because they might have gone through a lot, and they fought their demons again and again but couldn't win. It takes immense strength to keep fighting despite constant setbacks. They were strong, still are, and will continue to be strong even when they let the demons win."
As the pretty boy looked before the attorney, he took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill his lungs. He spoke with a sense of conviction and hope, "It's important to remember that those who didn't even fight the demons are not losers either." His words resonated deeply with the attorney, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for the pretty boy's kind and wise perspective.
The pretty boy seemed to speak from his heart as if he had discovered a newfound positivity and hope. Perhaps it was the influence of the attorney, whom he clearly held in high regard. He had answered the attorney's questions thoughtfully, but it seemed that he had also come to some realizations himself.
The attorney responded with a broad grin, his eyes shining with newfound energy. "I feel like the spark of life is coming back to me with you, Jungkookie," he said. "You've shown me a part of myself that I had ignored, and I feel like I have color again." With that, he smiled and walked out of the alley.
The pretty boy watched him go, a small smile on his lips. "You yourself are a spark of happiness, Taehyungie hyungie hyung which is having effects on me now," he muttered to himself. He followed the attorney out of the alley, feeling a sense of gratitude and hope for the future.
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The room was filled with tension as a deep voice echoed, "Hobah, please try to understand me. It's not as easy as it seems." The voice belonged to none other than Namjoon, a highly successful police officer and head crime officer. The sunshine guy, who was present in the room, was quick to retort, "Huh, you're saying this after being one of the most successful police officers? Yet, you can't even talk about separating with your wife, and here you are, asking for me to live with you."
The atmosphere in the room grew more intense, and Jhope decided to give Namjoon an ultimatum. "Namjoon, I'm giving you two weeks to talk to your wife. If you don't, we will never start anything, and it will end on my side."
Namjoon's dragon-like eyes glared at Jhope as he left the room, leaving Namjoon to ponder his next move. The situation was complex, and he knew it would take a lot of courage to have that conversation with his wife.
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A voice chirped in the dusty-looking one-room apartment as Eunwoo was coming out of the shower. "Eunwoo, are you home?" the voice asked.
"I'm home," Eunwoo replied, wrapping a towel around his waist.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, he noticed his little friend staring at him with a look of shock on his face. "Oh my god, what happened? How did you get hurt?" Jimin gasped as he noticed a wound on Eunwoo's stomach.
"It's nothing, Jimin hyung," Eunwoo said, trying to downplay the injury.
But Jimin was not convinced. "Tell me, how come you missed me so much that you dropped yourself on my beautiful house?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Jimin couldn't help but chuckle at eunwoo's playful teasing as he put on his shirt.
"I just missed you so much," Jimin whined, but Eunwoo wasn't convinced.
"Come to the point, Jimin hyung," Eunwoo sighed.
Taking a deep breath, Jimin began, "I was given an order to find a killer called 'J.J.K', but one year has passed, and I haven't found any proof. I think you can find him."
"I'm just a thief, Jimin hyung, who does this stuff for my little ones," Eunwoo reasoned, but Jimin interrupted him, "You can find him, Eunwoo! I know you're just a mere thief, but you have the potential to find the killer. I trust you."
"Okay, I'll try to find him. Just give me the file that contains the killer's information," Eunwoo agreed.
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As they walked down the dimly lit corridor, the pretty boy leaned in and whispered, "Do you think it's a good idea?". The attorney shot him a sharp look and hissed, "Shut up and keep following me!".
Their footsteps echoed loudly against the tiled floor, and the sound reverberated through the seemingly never-ending corridor. They had been walking for what felt like hours, but in reality, it had only been a few minutes. The attorney had a look of determination on his face, while the pretty boy looked unbothered and excited.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of high heels approaching, and the attorney quickly pulled the pretty boy to the side of the corridor. They pressed themselves against the wall in a corner where they couldn't be seen, and with one hand over the pretty boy's mouth, the attorney signaled for him to be quiet.
The pretty boy's eyes were wide and innocent, and the attorney was struck by his beauty. Despite the danger of their situation, the attorney found himself smiling at the pretty boy. He couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have him by his side.
As they held their breath, the sound of heels grew louder and louder until it seemed as though the person wearing them was just around the corner. But then, to their immense relief, the sound faded away, and the attorney and the pretty boy were safe.
"Can you tell me why we are sneaking around like thieves in your house?" the pretty boy whispered loudly to the attorney.
"It's not my house, but my father's," the attorney explained.
"We're already so close to my room corridor," the attorney took the pretty boy's hand and they walked quietly and slowly towards the right corridor.
"I don't understand why rich people need such a big mansion, rooms, and corridors for just two or three people," the pretty boy whined quietly to the attorney, who tried hard to hold back a chuckle.
"You see that room at the end?" the attorney asked, as the pretty boy hummed and continued to listen. "We'll run to that room."
They ran quickly towards the attorney's room, trying not to be caught by anyone in the mansion. The attorney's heart was racing, and he knew that they were taking a big risk. But he also knew that he would do anything to protect the pretty boy.
Finally, they reached the attorney's room. He opened one side of the door, got inside, pulled the pretty boy with him, and locked the door. They were safe, for now.
"That was amazing!" The pretty boy stood in the attorney's room, his senses heightened by the delightful scent that filled the air. With a sense of amazement, he breathed in the aroma of strawberries mixed with musk, which hung in the air, adding to the vintage feel of the room. He couldn't help but compliment the attorney on the beautiful decor, which featured a warm brown color scheme that gave the room a cozy and inviting feel.
As he walked over to the large window, he felt a refreshing breeze brush against his skin, making him feel alive and invigorated. The room was tastefully decorated with a fancy bed, a lamp table, and two comfortable sofas placed by the side of a mini library bookshelf. In the corner, by the windows, there was a stand for the guitar with the instrument resting on it, which added a touch of artistic flair to the room.
The attached wardrobe beside the dressing table with a mirror and a clothes holder stand nearby made the room feel complete, and the young man couldn't help but feel impressed by the attention to detail that had gone into creating such a beautiful space.
The attorney noticed the pretty boy's curiosity and smiled warmly at him. "You look really cute when you're curious," he said, his voice low and seductive. The pretty boy almost blushed at the compliment, feeling a surge of attraction toward the attorney.
As they stood facing each other, their noses almost touching, they gazed deeply into each other's eyes, their breath mingling in the air. "You look so divine!" The attorney's words had stirred something in the pretty boy, and he couldn't help but feel drawn towards him, his heart pounding in his chest as he wondered what might happen next.
The attorney whispered, "You look so hot, Jungkookie, I might lose control over me." The pretty boy whispered back, "Then lose it!" And with that, he planted a small peck on the attorney's lips.
The attorney, captivated by the pretty boy's allure, gripped his waist tightly. "Be uncontrollable on me," the pretty boy whispered, his voice filled with desire.
The attorney couldn't resist any longer. Closing the distance between them, he connected their lips into a messy kiss. The pretty boy moaned in the attorney's mouth as the attorney bit on his lower lip.
The attorney's hand went towards the pretty boy's ass, groping them roughly and squeezing them. The attorney groaned softly, feeling the pretty boy's grip tighten on his hair. The pretty boy, determined to assert his dominance, gripped the attorney's hair roughly, causing the attorney to groan as their tongues mingled.
They were kissing as if the air didn't matter for their lungs. Their lips looked like the perfect puzzle, the pieces fitting perfectly together. The kiss was messy and hot, filled with passion and intensity. They broke the kiss only briefly as strings of saliva connected their lips.
It was as if time had stood still as they indulged in this forbidden dance. The attorney and the pretty boy fought for dominance, each vying for control of the other. However, the pretty boy emerged victorious, gripping the attorney's hair tightly and forcing him to surrender.
Their bodies moved together, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. They kissed as if the air had been replaced with oxygen, their passion fueling a flame that burned brighter with each passing moment. Their lips looked as if they were made for each other, a perfect puzzle that completed each other's desires.
The attorney and the pretty boy were lost in each other, their bodies intertwined and their desires driving them forward. They were consumed by the kiss, their bodies on fire, and their need for each other insatiable.
The air was filled with the sound of their moans, their breath mingling and their lips speaking the language of desire. They were oblivious to the world around them, consumed by the pleasure and intensity of their connection.
Finally, they broke the kiss, their bodies still trembling with desire. Their lips remained slightly parted, as if unwilling to let go of each other's embrace. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mix of desire and satisfaction.
The attorney's hand found its way back to the pretty boy's waist, holding him close and savoring the moment. They were both breathless and disheveled, but they couldn't deny the magic of that moment.
The kiss had been messy and hot, a clash of desires and passions. It had been a battle for dominance, but the pretty boy had won, claiming the attorney's heart with his unwavering charm.
They were still connected, their bodies entwined, their souls entwined. They had reached a messy level of intimacy, a connection that transcended words or actions.
The attorney and the pretty boy had shared a messy kiss that would change their lives forever.
"Such a beautiful mess!" The attorney whispered softly, his breath brushing against the pretty boy's lips. His finger gently brushed against the pretty boy's mouth, causing the pretty boy to moan at the pressure. The attorney's voice was low and seductive, filled with an intensity that left the boy breathless.
"I'm afraid, I might not regret taking you!" The attorney whispered, his voice filled with a mix of fear, seduction and desire. His thumb traced the saliva-coated lips of the pretty boy, his own saliva mingling with that of the boy's. The pretty boy moaned softly, swirling his tongue around the digit.
"Are you going to risk it Jungkookie?" the attorney whispered, pulling his thumb away from the boy's mouth and placing it in his own. The pretty boy moaned at the sight, his eyes widening with anticipation.
"I'll risk anything if it's you, Taehyungie hyungie hyung," the boy replied, his voice filled with confidence. The attorney's warm breath brushed against the boy's earlobe, and he took it to his lips, gently sucking on it. The pretty boy smirked, enjoying the attention.
"You don't know how much you've affected me," the attorney husked, his voice filled with desire. He kissed the pretty boy's earlobe seducingly, planting small kisses that soon turned into aggressive sucks. The pretty boy moaned, his body writhing with pleasure.
"Show me how much I've affected you," the pretty boy said, his voice taking on a hint of roughness. "Show me how much I can make you lose control over yourself."
The pretty boy's words caught the attorney off guard. He paused for a moment, considering the implications of what he was about to say. "If your ass breaks down," he began, his voice filled with a mix of confidence and mischief, but his words got cut off by the pretty boy's interjection.
"If it breaks, then it breaks! I don't care much," the pretty boy said, his voice firm and determined. His gaze held the attorney's, signaling his unwavering commitment to whatever was to come.
The attorney observed the pretty boy's response, his eyes assessing and weighing his words. A small smile formed on his lips, recognizing the bravery and determination in the pretty boy's response.
Without warning, the attorney discarded the pretty boy's jacket and threw it on the sofa, his actions filled with purpose and intensity. The pretty boy's eyes widened slightly, surprised and slightly taken aback by the sudden turn of events.
The attorney's attention now focused on the pretty boy's neck, his breath mingling with his scent as he planted small, gentle kisses along the sensitive skin. The kisses started off soft and tender, slowly building into more aggressive sucks on the pretty boy's neck.
The pretty boy's moans grew louder, his body trembling with anticipation. The attorney's touches were intoxicating, sparking a fire within him that threatened to consume them both. The boy felt the attorney's presence in every touch, every kiss, every whisper.
The attorney continued to lavish attention on the boy's neck, his voice a low growl of desire. Their connection grew stronger with each passing moment, their bodies and hearts aligning in perfect harmony.
The attorney finally sank his teeth into the snow-kissed honey white skin of the pretty boy's neck, eliciting a soft moan from the boy who gripped onto the attorney's hair. The attorney pushed the boy towards the window wall, making him sit on the ledge and suck on the skin, turning it into a dark purple hickey or patch. The pretty boy's moans grew louder as he felt the attorney's lips and tongue against his sensitive skin.
The attorney's actions were fueled by passion and desire, savoring the taste of the pretty boy's skin and reveling in the pleasure he was giving. "Moan baby!" He commanded the pretty boy to moan, his voice filled with authority and sensuality. The pretty boy obeyed, dipping his nails into the attorney's scalp, adding to the intensity of their connection.
The sound of their moans filled the room, their bodies entwined in a mix of pleasure and pain. The attorney's grip tightened on the pretty boy's thighs, spanking them playfully and caressing the clothed thighs with gentle hands. The touch sent shivers down the pretty boy's spine, igniting a new sensation that he was quickly succumbing to.
"Do it, do it again," the pretty boy demanded, his voice filled with a breathless urgency. The attorney teased, his voice muffled by the boy's neck. "Do what, baby?" the pretty boy groaned, his voice laced with frustration and desire. "Slap my thighs, it feels so good," the pretty boy confessed, his voice filled with a raw passion.
The attorney, driven by the pretty boy's request, complied, delivering a firm slap against the pretty boy's thighs. The sound echoed through the room, igniting a spark of pleasure and desire in both of their bodies. The pretty boy arched his back, his body responding eagerly to the sensation he was experiencing.
The attorney's every word, every touch, was a symphony of pleasure, driving them deeper into an intoxicating dance of desire. The intensity between them built, their moans becoming louder, their bodies succumbing to the forbidden pleasures they were sharing.
"Are you ready to lose all yours to me?" The attorney asked the pretty boy and, discarding himself to admire the newly formed hickey on Jungkook's neck. Jungkook responded "I'm more ready", his voice filled with confidence and anticipation. The attorney, his eyes lingering on the hickey.
"You're such a manly mess!" the pretty boy husked.
The pretty boy, his eyes dark and filled with desire, reached for the attorney's jacket and slowly discarded it from his body. The sound of fabric rustling in the wind filled the air, heightening the anticipation between them.
The attorney, his senses heightened by the thrill of the moment, hissed at the unexpected touch, but deep down, he loved the pleasure that came with the pain. The pretty boy's teeth gently tugged at his lower lips, drawing a pleasurable moan from the attorney.
The pretty boy, satisfied with the effect he had on the attorney, released his teeth holding on to the attorney's lips. However, instead of letting go, the attorney found himself sucking on his own lower lips, tasting the metallic flavor of his own blood. The sound of the attorney's moans mingled with the biting wind, creating a symphony of passion.
The pretty boy, his voice barely above a whisper, leaned in close to the attorney, his breath caressing the attorney's ear. "I can ruin you," he purred, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and dominance.
The attorney, his eyes still filled with a mix of arousal and pain, whined softly in response. The pretty boy, savoring the taste of blood on his lips, couldn't resist the urge to pull the attorney closer and kiss him fiercely. The attorney hissed at the saliva that filled his mouth, surrendering to the pleasure of the pretty boy's touch.
The pretty boy pulled away from the attorney, leaving him to admire the crimson lips that were left in the aftermath of their passionate exchange. The attorney's gaze was fixed on the pretty boy his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and defiance.
"You're a slut for me, aren't you?" the pretty boy whispered, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. The attorney's arousal was evident in his eyes, but he remained silent. His expression was a mixture of desire and challenge.
The pretty boy, his hand still resting on the attorney's clothed chest, looked at the attorney. "We'll see who's the slut," the attorney said, his voice filled with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
The attorney's hand found the waist of the pretty boy as he gripped onto the tee and slowly began to pull it off the pretty boy's body. The moonlight cast a soft glow on the milky skin of the pretty boy, creating an ethereal atmosphere. The pretty boy was still sitting perched on the window ledge, his toned and muscular body bare to the moonlight. The attorney, captivated by the boy's beauty, examined him from head to toe.
His eyes wandered down the boy's neck, where hickies adorned his collarbones. He continued his exploration, his eyes drawn to the hard peaks of the boy's nipples, which stood proudly against the paleness of his chest. The attorney couldn't help but notice the dark shades of brown that highlighted the nipples, wetting his lower lip with anticipation.
Moving lower, the attorney's gaze settled on the boy's toned abs, which glistened in the moonlight. The skin was smooth and milky, tempting the attorney to make hickies of his own on the boy's stomach. He couldn't help but exclaim, "You are so beautiful and flawless!" The pretty boy, bathed in the moonlight, resembled a fairy, with his ethereal appearance.
The attorney's body tightened with arousal as he absorbed the sight before him. The attorney's tiger eyes reveled in the view of the topless pretty boy, his admiration and lust shining through. It was a sight that the attorney would never forget, etched in his mind forever.
The attorney discarded his shirt from his body, revealing a toned and manly figure that caught the attention of the pretty boy. The hungry eyes of the pretty boy couldn't help but fixate on the attorney's body, igniting a fire deep within them. The pretty boy, without hesitation, was willing to stay on his knees the entire day if it meant that the attorney would allow him to admire him.
The attorney, emboldened by the pretty boy's desire, took the pretty boy in his arms and began moving them both to the big bed. The attorney hovered over the pretty boy, who looked up at them with deep, longing eyes. The attorney couldn't help but chuckle at the intense gaze, feeling a surge of power knowing that the pretty boy was under his influence.
The pretty boy, unable to resist any longer, brushed his fingers against the attorney's body, leaving a burning trail of desire in his wake. The pretty boy's husky voice echoed through the air, uttering a simple yet profound statement. "From now on, you will be mine! I don't like sharing."
The attorney's breath hitched as the pretty boy planted small kisses on the attorney's neck, quickly escalating into aggressive bites that left the attorney groaning with pleasure. The pretty boy's lips and teeth caused small wounds, leaving a trail of blood on the attorney's skin.
As the pretty boy continued his assault on the attorney's neck, he made his way to the chestal area. The kisses and bites left large hickeys on the pecs, proof of the intense passion that filled the air. With each moment, the pretty boy's movements grew more urgent, tracing a path toward the attorney's small, soft tummy.
The pretty boy's lips gentled for a moment, placing soft kisses that sent shivers down the attorney's spine. The intensity of their desire never wavered, as the kisses became more passionate. The attorney's groans grew louder, echoing through the night, as he held on tightly to the pretty boy's waist, unwilling to break the bond they had created.
"Sure," the attorney said, their voice filled with possessiveness. "And you'll be mine."
The attorney hovered over the pretty boy as his body hit the soft bed once again. With anticipation building, the attorney growled, "My turn!", as he leaned down and sucked on the pretty boy's collarbone. Moving towards the pecs, the attorney took the skin between his lips and sucked on it harshly, making the pretty boy moan in pleasure. The attorney then turned his attention to the nipples and spit on them, causing the boy to moan even louder. Taking one of the nipples into his mouth, the attorney pulled it with his teeth and bit it lightly, eliciting a gasp from the pretty boy. He then proceeded to suck on the nipple again, giving a soft tug before doing the same to the other nipple.
As the attorney continued to please the boy with his tongue on the nipples, he felt his own pants getting wet. The pressure was building, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. With a stifled groan, the attorney climaxed in his pants, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was providing.
However, the pretty boy noticed the mess the attorney had made and grumbled, "Agh, I dirted my pants." Despite his initial frustration, the pretty boy soon moaned again as the attorney's skilled tongue explored his abs and milky skin, making it look all bloodied, the pretty boy cummed in his pants by the pleasure he was getting.
The attorney continued to lavish attention on the boy's body, ensuring that he experienced all the pleasures he had in store for him.
The attorney, with a grin on his face, asked, "Can I pull your pants off?", referring to the artwork he had just created on the pretty boy's upper body. With a sweet smirk, the pretty boy whispered, "Do it! It's yours." The attorney growled in response, throwing the pants off the pretty boy's waist, leaving him completely naked. Without hesitation, the attorney took off his own pants as well, revealing his hard cock dripping with cum. The pretty boy couldn't help but drool at the sight, his eyes fixed on the hard member.
The attorney eyed the thick thighs of the pretty boy, his interest piqued. He leaned down, placing small kisses along the smooth skin of the pretty boy's thighs. With each gentle touch, he felt the anticipation building between them. As he made his way closer to the pretty boy's groin, the attorney gripped the thighs firmly, giving them a firm slap. The pretty boy let out a pretty moan, his pleasure evident.
The attorney continued to indulge his curiosity, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of the pretty boy's thighs. He felt a surge of satisfaction as warm blood began to flow, mingling with his desire. He repeated his actions on a second thigh, causing the pretty boy to moan even louder. "Yes, just like that, ahhhhhh," the pretty boy pleaded, his voice filled with desire.
The attorney swirled his tongue around the bloodied thighs, savoring the intoxicating taste. The moans emanating from the pretty boy grew louder, filling the room with their intensity. "Don't stop, please," the pretty boy pleaded, his voice broken with pleasure.
Unable to resist any longer, the attorney shoved his long, veiny finger into the pretty boy's mouth. The pretty boy eagerly sucked on it, his moans muffled by the presence of the attorney's finger. The attorney savored the sensation, enjoying the pretty boy's eagerness to please.
"Suck them all wet and soaked,'' The attorney finished making his hickeys on the thighs of the pretty boy, making sure to leave his mark. As the pretty boy gagged and choked on the attorney's fingers, he swirled his tongue around the digits, trying to alleviate the discomfort.
The attorney added one more finger, moving them back and forth. The pretty boy's cheeks were soon covered in saliva as he sucked the attorney's fingers, seemingly determined to breathe life into them. The attorney enjoyed the sight of the pretty boy sucking, feeling him getting harder and harder by the second.
He just wants to shove his dick into the pretty boy's sinful mouth. "You're so good for me. Such a slut!" the attorney whispered, causing the pretty boy to moan in response. The attorney pulled his fingers out, making the pretty boy gasp for air.
The attorney positioned himself between the pretty boy's legs and pushed them up, hovering over his asshole. He ran his tongue around the sensitive area, eliciting moans from the pretty boy. With slow and deliberate movements, the attorney inserted one finger into the boy's hole, while the other hand was busy giving him a handjob. The attorney's finger probed roughly, seeking out the sweet spot.
"Agh!" The pretty boy moaned as the attorney pulled out his finger and shoved his mouth against the boy's hole. He proceeded to abuse the hole in the most seductive manner, indulging in the act of eating out the pretty boy. The attorney's skilled tongue moved in and out, driving the boy wild with desire.
With each lick and suck, the pretty boy's moans grew louder. He clutched the attorney's hair, his grip tightening as he felt the intensity of the pleasure. The attorney's mouth and tongue worked relentlessly, stimulating the pretty boy's most intimate areas. The intensity of his actions left the boy breathless, unable to contain his ecstasy.
Suddenly, the attorney inserted four fingers into the boy's hole. These fingers were coated with saliva, adding an extra layer of sensation. The boy's scream of pleasure mingled with his moan, as he felt the attorney's fingers penetrate him roughly. The rough fingering caused his dick to release precum, mixing with the saliva coating his fingers. The pain and pleasure mixed together, creating an intoxicating sensation.
The pretty boy's moans intensified as the attorney's fingers worked inside him. The attorney's movements became more forceful, his fingers snapping in and out more harshly. The boy's eyes filled with a mixture of pleasure and pain, as he reveled in the joy of being penetrated so roughly. The attorney could see the pleasure etched on the boy's face, his lips parted in ecstasy.
The pretty boy's skin was covered in hickeys, bites, and bloodied bites, evidence of the attorney's rough treatment. His cute red angry dick twitched and throbbed, a sign of his arousal. With each snap of the attorney's fingers, the pretty boy moaned louder, his pleasure intensifying. The attorney loved the look on the pretty boy's face, the mix of pleasure and vulnerability.
The attorney continued to finger the boy roughly, savoring every moment of their intimate encounter. The boy's moans filled the air, providing a symphony of pleasure for the both of them. The attorney gazed at the pretty boy, his eyes filled with admiration and desire. At that moment, the attorney knew that he had made the pretty boy his own personal playground, leaving him a disheveled mess, covered in hickeys, bites, and bloodied bites, and a dick that pulsed with desire. The attorney pulled out his fingers from the clenching and unclenching hole in air which was wanting more and more.
The attorney stood over the pretty boy, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and cruelty. With deliberate movements, he placed both legs beside the pretty boy's head on the bed, positioning himself in a way that left a unclenching hole in the air. As his fingers glided across the pretty boy's skin, the attorney savored the anticipation building between them.
The sound of the attorney's voice pierced the silence of the room, his words sending a shiver down the pretty boy's spine. "Suck it," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. The pretty boy's eyes widened in excitement, tears forming in the corners as he looked up at the attorney with a mixture of seduction and submission.
Without delay, the attorney reached down and placed his erect penis against the pretty boy's lips. With a flick of his wrist, the attorney slapped his dick against the pretty boy's mouth, causing a burst of sensation. The pretty boy's mouth opened in response, his tongue instinctively reaching out to taste the forbidden flesh.
The attorney, however, was in no mood to savor the moment. With a surge of impatience, he grabbed the pretty boy's hair, tightly gripping it in his hand. With a powerful shove, he forced his dick inside the pretty boy's mouth, his cock penetrating the sinful orifice. The pretty boy gagged on the attorney's length, his body tensing as he fought for air.
The attorney's thrusts grew more intense, his cock pushing in and out of the pretty boy's throat with brutal force. The pretty boy gasped for air, his throat burning with each thrust. And yet, despite the abuse on his throat, he didn't mind the intrusion. He eagerly sucked the attorney's dick, his tongue swirling against the shaft, eager to please.
"Suck it well, slut," the attorney demanded, his voice filled with venom. The pretty boy complied, taking every inch of the attorney's manhood into his mouth. He deep-throated the dick, covering it with saliva, his moans filling the room. The attorney groaned deeply, his pleasure evident, his moans echoing off the walls.
As the attorney neared climax, he pulled his dick out of the pretty boy's mouth, the abrupt absence causing a moment of disappointment. But the pretty boy just looked up at the attorney with eyes filled with desire, his lips still glistening with saliva.
The attorney sat between the pretty boy's legs, his eyes locked on the pretty boy who was looking at himself in the small mirror by the bedside of the lamp, his red lips glistening with spit and precum, his hair disheveled, and his eyes filled with tears. The attorney leaned closer, his voice soft and seductive as he asked, "Are you ready, Jungkookie?"
The pretty boy's voice was rough as he replied, "Yes."
The attorney positioned himself, his dick ready for the entrance of the pretty boy's asshole. Just as he was about to penetrate, a loud knock on the bedroom door interrupted them. It was the attorney's stepmom, her voice filled with concern as she growled from the other side of the door, "Why is your room locked, Taehyung?"
The door continued to bang as she said, "Open this door right now!"
The attorney, unperturbed by the situation, looked at the pretty boy who seemed completely unbothered. He leaned in and whispered, "Don't make a single sound, slut."
With those words, the attorney thrust his big length into the pretty boy's hole, causing him to gasp. The pretty boy's lips connected with the attorney's, their kiss deepening as the boy's fingernails dug into the attorney's back.
Moaning softly into the attorney's mouth, the pretty boy savored the pleasure. The door continued to bang, the sound of the stepmom's frustration growing louder with each passing moment.
The attorney waited until the pretty boy adjusted, his breathing becoming more rhythmic. Only then did he break the kiss, his eyes locked on the pretty boy's face.
The attorney thrust his dick after pulling it out and shoving it again in the hole, which was so tight, as he groaned and bit the pretty boy's neck, who was biting his lips to moaning out loud.
The attorney, with a smirk on his face, said, "I love how I'm fucking you hard while my stepmom is banging on the door!" This comment made the pretty boy blush, as he was caught in the middle of two intense sensations.
The attorney then slammed his dick back and fourth roughly, making the pretty boy moan even louder. The intensity of his movements made it difficult for the pretty boy to suppress his moans. As the door banging continued, the sound gradually faded away and heels sounds faded, providing a sense of relief.
The attorney pulled out his dick and slammed it roughly as he thrust into the pretty boy with a strong and rough speed. The attorney's words added to the sensations, making the pretty boy moan even louder. "Moan loudly, the witch is gone," the attorney said, referring to the stepmom.
"Love how my dick is getting sucked by the tight hole!" The attorney bitted on his lips. The pretty boy's moans grew louder, mixing with sobs because of the intense sensitivity. The attorney groaned at the tightness of the pretty boy's hole, taking his penis so well and sucking it in so well. The pretty boy's moans were a mix of pain and pleasure.
The pretty boy loved the pain and pleasure, and the pleasure started to hit him hard. He felt a sense of release and ecstasy as the attorney hit his sweet spot over and over again. The moans of the pretty boy became more intense.
The attorney's deep, rough voice filled the room as he spoke, his words commanding and demanding. "It's my hole to use, to pamper, to kiss, and to eat out," he growled, his tone filled with dominance. With each thrust, the bed shook, adding to the intensity of their encounter. "You heard me, Jungkookie?" the attorney demanded, his voice echoing with authority. He pulled his dick out only to shove it back in again, making the pretty boy moan. "Ye-s, I hea-rd yo-u," he gasped, his voice filled with pleasure. "Ah, right there," he continued, his voice trembling with anticipation.
The attorney's words were filled with possessiveness as he claimed the pretty boy as his. "My pretty slut, mine, my personal spy, mine to fuck and ruin, and adore," he pressed, his voice filled with passion. He pressed his leg against the pretty boy's shoulder, increasing the depth and force of his thrusts. The pretty boy moaned at the sight before him, the attorney a disheveled and manly mess. Sweat dripped down his face, leaving a trail of hickeys on his neck, chest, and stomach. Their bodies collided, the attorney's dick buried deep within the pretty boy's hole, as he fucked hard and rough.
The pretty boy, overwhelmed by the pleasure, called out to his attorney. "Ahhh, Mr Kim, slow down," he pleaded, his voice cracking. The attorney hissed in response, clearly enjoying the power he held over the pretty boy.
The pretty boy exclaimed, "M-R Kim, I'm close!" as he felt himself reaching the climax. His dick was about to explode, spraying white cum all over the attorney. The attorney, who had been teasing and pleasing the boy, finally pulled off his dick. With the pretty boy laying on the bed, the attorney commanded, "Sit on my dick and ride it like a horse!"
The pretty boy complied with his request, straddling the attorney with both legs on either side. He took the attorney's dick in his hand and pushed it towards his hole. The pain of stretching was intense as the dick hit the sweet spot. The pretty boy moaned in response to the sudden sensation.
Sitting up, he slowly slid down the dick, savoring the pleasure. With each downward movement, the attorney groaned with anticipation. The attorney reached around and groped the pretty boy's ass, digging his nails into the thick flesh. The sudden stinging sensation made the pretty boy moan louder.
"Fast!" the attorney ordered. The pressure was building inside him, and he couldn't hold on any longer. "Agh, I can't hold on anymore, I'm gonna cum!" the boy exclaimed as he cummed screaming "Mr Kim!"
Unable to contain himself any longer, the attorney thrust his hips upwards, ramming his throbbing erection into the pretty boy's hole. The pretty boy cried out in pain, overwhelmed by the sudden hard thrust, he was oversensitive as he cummed few second ago. The attorney's thrusts were hard and sharp, his movements fueled by an overwhelming need to release the tension building up within him.
As the final moments of ecstasy approached, the attorney's breathing became labored. His muscles tensed, and with a low growl, he finally released his pent-up pleasure. Waves of pleasure washed over him, and with a surge of energy, he filled the pretty boy's hole with his seeds.
"See your hole is filled with my seeds! How pathetic! This hole is mine to fill with seeds and mine to wreck!" The attorney's words echoed in the room, filled with dominance and authority. The pretty boy, overwhelmed by the intensity of their encounter, nodded in understanding. He felt the cum deep inside him, a sensation both exhilarating and forbidden.
As their breathing returned to normal, the attorney and the pretty boy clung to each other, their bodies intertwined in an intimate embrace. The attorney's caresses softened, and his lips gently pressed a kiss against the pretty boy's forehead. The pretty boy, fully smiling, continued to hug the attorney tightly, cherishing the intimacy they had shared.
At that moment, the boundaries between them blurred. They existed in a bubble of passion. Their connection was unbreakable.
The moon bathed the world with more glow.
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