149. The Haunting Closeness
Somin and Teho
"What's this?" he asked out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?" she asked back.
"The invitation on your lip," he said and leaned forward to put a wet heated kiss onto them without hesitation.
The first touch sent electric shocks through his body, fully tasting the sweet wine on her didn't hold back, touching her soft tongue ever so lightly. Mad with desire, finding his rhythm with her loosened self. Surprised how in tune they were, the kisses felt like velvet was covering their lips. The cues they gave each other were perfect, knowing when to bite, where to suck.
Lazy, heated, slowed down passion intensely burned in them. Somin fully surrendered to him, pulling him closer to her, feeling the heat between her legs even though they were cold. Her hands held his head tightly.
It was all surreal for her drunken mind. Is it a dream?
Teho fisted her hair, overcome with pure lust and she responded back with the same urgency, letting him know her want. Biting his lip, short moans escaped her exhausted breathing. Somin let go of his head and touched his bare skin longingly. Feeling up the hem of his trousers nervously, aware of his visible want. She pressed more into him to get the love proof imprinted into her sensitive skin.
I feel like an animal.
Her palms went upwards, mapping every space on his bust, the shape of his belly button, the size of his muscles. Burning his lean built into her mind.
Time slowed down and froze for them as their hands wandered. Hers caressing every inch of his exposed skin and his pulling her onto him, supporting her lower back.
She stopped, pleading in her eyes, unable to withdraw. Not now, not here.
But going drunkenly back to feel his lavish lips again and again. Stopping and going, unable to disengage now, when the threshold was passed and both of their intentions were clear. He smiled, her indecisiveness was the proof he'd looked for. Caressing her cheek, he licked his lips and whispered.
"You need to draw me," Teho reminded her.
Somin nodded, blushing profusely, not knowing what to say. But the steamy quiet was comforting and she snuggled to his chest for a minute, whispering.
"I'm thirsty," she said.
"I can tell." He smirked.
"I mean my throat is dry," she clarified.
He caressed her hair and left to fetch a pitcher of cold water. She changed her wet shorts for comfortable loose pink pajama pants matching his oversized shirt.
When he got back, he stopped to soak up the scene of a heated small girl sniffing his shirt. The alcoholic glow on her cheeks made her redder and she was still catching her breath a little bit.
"Is my scent pleasant?" he joked.
"I..." she tried to argue, vocalize something, but her clouded mind was filled with intense kissing.
"Yes." She decided to say what was on her mind. It doesn't make sense to be in denial anymore.
"I like yours too." Teho wondered how the atmosphere would be after what happened. But so far it seemed more honest and raw.
"Here you go." He handed her a glass of water. Then put the glass pitcher on her table and started to clean up the floor.
"The light is bad," she said as he folded the towels onto one side and aligned the art supply for her.
What a nice gesture.
Somin was still confused and a little ashamed of her shameless want.
Teho noticed her scented candles on the nightstand and lit them with the lighter laying next to them. He put them down next to a pitcher and sat on her chair.
"That's not making the light better, not even in the slightest," she said sarcastically, but the flickering light gave his skin unreal quality. It had an artistic intention for sure.
"What position would you prefer?" he asked and smiled seeing her mind struggling with the entendre. Her eyes wandered to the bed automatically and she let out.
"I don't care as long as it's interesting." Her mind betrayed her on all fronts and he chuckled.
"Noted." The boy sat sprawled on a chair, hands loosely held down and his head pushed back.
I'll give her something to think about.
Somin prepared her natural paper, fixing it onto the floor with paper tape. Opening a pencil case and drawing him down. Steadily, drunkenly, but impressively. Her vile mind let the pencil trace his every crevasse. From the folds of his pants to his belly button and long neck, he was exposed just to be bitten.
I'd never in my life drawn this horny. Her arm trembled lightly.
"Can you hold on a bit more?" she asked, knowing such a pose must be cramp-inducing.
"I can hold on as much as you need me to," he said back and she snapped her pencil onto the paper, breaking the sharp tip.
Fuck.
Muffled laughter told her he was having the time of her life.
"Can you switch it up?" she invited him to move.
"Do you want to be on top?" He couldn't leave it be, relishing in her clumsy attempts to hide her desire as she fought to sharpen the pencil.
He bent one knee putting it in the chair, and hunched into it with his arm supporting his head, giving her a side profile.
"We have to do this more often. I like how you kneel before me," he taunted her.
"Shut up and hold," she playfully answered.
Her hand moved automatically and surprisingly the images left on the paper were the best she's ever created.
"Can you turn please, I need your back," she said, her voice cracking, her throat dry.
"I do get the need to see my ass, it's pretty tight," he joked more.
"I need the back muscles. For what good is the clothed ass anyway?" she let out drunkenly.
It was refreshing to be finally up front with her thoughts.
"You're not hiding anymore," he poked at her.
"I think we just passed it," she told the truth.
"I'm happy you finally admitted it," Teho said, still holding a pose, letting her draw. "I thought we passed it a long time ago."
Her exhaustion started to catch up with her, the rush expiring slowly.
"I don't have the strength to go on anymore. I need to sleep. Thank you though, for helping me." Somin eyed a good five papers with figures, some had detailed studies attached.
All drawn with her untypical expressive manner. Strokes were harsh and dark. Frantically catching him before he leaves and locking him down on paper forever.
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