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** If you have a favorite JINWOO pairing, imagine them. **
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P E A C H
A lazy hot summer day,
sticky sweat slicked skin,
lying on the cool grass,
the sun’s rays stinging his eyes.
He feels someone nudge his side
but he's feeling far too lethargic
to bother moving
and too weary to care.
Several harsh nudges later
followed by a painful pinch on his arm
finally proved to be effective.
It forced him to roll on his side
with plans to shoot his meanest glare
at whoever it was that dared to ruin
such a blissful moment.
But those thoughts
disappear completely
when he spots Jinwoo
sitting cross-legged on the grass,
his damp locks slicked back,
looking every bit
like he'd come straight out
of a ten million dollar
Renoir painting.
"Want some?" Jinwoo asks,
raising a soft ripe peach to his mouth
and taking a slow teasing bite.
He stares at him intently,
mesmerized and breathless
as the fruit is torn between Jinwoo’s lips,
its juice dripping sinfully past his chin
and traveling down his pale arm.
"Well?" Jinwoo drawled,
his eyes beckoning him closer
as he took another taunting bite
of the succulent fruit,
totally unapologetic.
Snatching Jinwoo's juice drenched arm,
he pushed him down and climbed on top of him.
His lips ghosted over heat-flushed cheeks
before meeting Jinwoo’s warm pliant lips
that tasted a hundred times sweeter
than any peach he's ever known.
Jinwoo exhales warm air against his neck,
his breath catching at the feel of Jinwoo’s fingers
slipping under the belt hook of his jeans.
Hot desire fueled kisses,
shared burgeoning heat,
divine friction, needy gasps,
shortened versions of his name.
It does things to him,
white and hot,
enough to make him
not only see stars
but reach them.
Sweat slides down from Jinwoo’s skin
falling like raindrops rolling off rose petals,
hair coming loose around his face,
hunger still looming wide in his eyes.
Memories of whole nights
spent locked together
in each other's embrace
nearly seize his lungs,
stirring up fresh arousal.
He touches Jinwoo’s lips,
wanting nothing more
than to fill his pretty mouth
with something more than words.
The bitten fruit now lies
forgotten on the grass.
FIN.