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“Again…not your fault.” He lifts his head and I loosen my embrace to look at him, yet all I find is darkness. The shadows my body covering him creates, blocking all the city lights from reaching him. It’s just darkness, like the one I’ve caused him, and pink lips.
He parts them gently as if inviting me in, and I have no choice but to accept. I close the distance between our mouths and taste him with my tongue.
If touching him feels like magic, kissing him is like heaven. The best kind of sensations crawl through my body, demanding affection. Demanding tenderness. Demanding release.
I slip my tongue deeper. A phantom of a gasp escapes him and tightens every muscle in my body. He tastes like strawberry and desire, and something about that makes me breathless. It makes my entire body still in place.
“I’m sorry.” He pulls away, rolling away from me and giving my body and soul a chance to recover from the intensity that is Seojun Bae.
“Wh-why?” I ask and reach for him before I change my mind and pull my hand back. And yet, despite the lack of contact, the fire resumes burning through me as if I can still taste him.
“Because…where do I start. Getting us into this situation. Lying to your friends. Taking advantage of you.”
“You’re not taking advantage of me.” I grab him and roll him back around so he can look at me. “I kissed you, you know.”
He grimaces.
“But why? You’re straight.”
I bite my lower lip and look up at the ceiling.
“I…I don’t know.” Other than wanting to make him feel better. To offer some solace from the horrors I subjected him to.
“Do you regret it?”
Do I?
I try to find something, anything, to regret about it. Anything that “should” put me off about kissing another guy. Feeling aroused by another man’s presence. But I don’t have any regrets. I only find joy. Joy in the ways he makes me feel and react. Joy in the way he makes me laugh.
“No. Nothing,” I say.
“You sure? No ‘ragrets?’” He smirks.
“No ‘regerts,’” I reply.
Seojun puts his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me back into him with a lot more hardiness than I would have thought possible.
“Then take me, Jack. Take me now,” he says and crashes his lips to mine.
But I don’t mind. It’s as if I can breathe again, and who can say no to breathing?
CHAPTER 11
SEOJUN
I’m so stupid.
So stupid and yet too weak to stop it. Because this shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t be succumbing to temptation. I shouldn’t be succumbing to him. But every time I close my eyes, I see blood and dismembered bodies, and every time I touch him, those images are gone, replaced only by him, his kindness, his smile.
So yeah, I should be putting a stop to this, but I’m not. I’m a supervillain and supervillains take advantage of people for their benefit. That’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m simply being selfish.
I pull him onto me and deepen the kiss, the connection we share, the fire flaring inside us both. I turn ragged and erratic with my breathing, touches, lips. I can’t get enough of him. And every time his tongue twists and turns inside my mouth, I lose a little bit more of my mind.
He tastes fresh, like mint chocolate, my favorite kind, but also strong and manly, which I have no clue how that’s even possible,but I know what I’m tasting just like I know what it does to me. More specifically, the effect it has on my cock.
How can someone feel horny and spent at the same time? I don’t know, but that’s what I feel wrapped up in him.
His kisses make my cock pulse as if it has a life of its own, and when he slides his hand to the small of my back and his fingers touch the skin underneath the hem of my top, my cock downright pokes him.
