Chest CG + Writing teaser
Added 2025-06-19 18:31:02 +0000 UTCKissing felt...close. Closer than you could've ever imagined.
It was the kind of closeness that rearranged neurons, tongue-to-tongue, brain lit up like a switchboard in a thunderstorm. All his little quirks--twitches, ticks, flinches--translated through lips, fluent in fever. Every time something electric passed through him, his fingers seized--mid-gesture, mid-breath--as if trying to clutch the moment by the throat, to halt time and hold it trembling in his palm.You could feel the shape of his thoughts in the wet map of your mouths."
Why did it feel so good?
It shouldn't. Just nerve endings brushing like eyelashes in wind, just flesh and breath and heat.
But it was ticklish—deliriously so. Not laughter but the premonition of it, hovering in your spine. Pleasure unpinned from logic.
Spit swapped. Intimacy inhaled.
You were merging—freakishly, wonderfully.
The idea of swapping spit and becoming closer with someone you liked--loved.
Feeling his body heat up, the rashness of his breathing--
And it would be disgusting with anyone else.
That was what made it sacred. Not the act, but him.
The way he breathed your name like it burned his throat. You craved it. Him. The collision of self and someone else.
You wondered why.
You knew why.
You kissed him again.
