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Taeyong looked at himself at the mirror. The reflection in front of him showed his flush-heated skin. His face is shade of pink. His lip is red and dry and it looked like it needed some ministration to moist it up. A gentle treatment could do. His glossy black hair still neat, so he ran his hand over it, tousled it messily, like someone just make love to his hair.
His eyelashes already naturally thick and heavy, and he thinks it still not enough, so he let his hand ran the mascara onto it, adding more and more volume. He fluttered, then adding it, then fluttered it so many times until he satisfied. A bit of dark-colored eyeshadow already powdered on his eyelids. It gave a mysterious aura, so he dabbed a bit of glittery-pink powder above the dark one to soften it.
Okay. What next. He looked again into the mirror, scanning his own reflection and searching for imperfection. Oh, my lip! Like a girl, he said amusedly to himself. He emerged out a red lipstick, caressed the tip of soft sticky material, and then ran it lightly against his lip, making the coral feature of his lip more obvious and structured. He pressed his lips against each other, to mix the texture well.
So irresistible, even the mirror complimenting him, in his mind.
Taeyong walked back a few step further from the mirror, as the mirror gave off more of reflection until half of his thigh. He stares at his own naked skin. A honey-based skin lotion on the makeup desk being reached and he pumped an amount onto his hand. It smelled like a concentrated gold caramel as he applied it onto his soft flesh. He applied it on arm, chest, thigh, leg, and his nape. He flinched when his hand accidentally glide with his nipples. Like a vapor, he suddenly evaporate into a warm arousal. Breathing suddenly hard for him. He closed his eyelids and ran his hand once again over his nipples. It made him shuddered and now he breathed through mouth. Then, like a light bulb, a desire flicked inside him; he wanted a rougher hand to do it. He desired a coarse skin and feel its friction against his nipples. His hand also had the urge to bring itself down to his chest, then stomach, then to his private place. But he doesn’t trust his hand, afraid it would bring more torturous sensation and leave him hanging in frustration.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. Once again, his reflection present itself in front of him. He quickly pulled himself together. He couldn’t fall too fast. Not yet, he reminded himself. Prepared yourself first, he told himself.
His bare feet walked across the tile, to the closet. The sensation of the cold tile is totally opposite from what he feel now. It is so silky and sensually suffocating. He reached for the closet handle, opened it, and tons of white button shirt waiting in line for him. The collection amazed him.
Taeyong ran his hand across from the first shirt to the last one. He imagined himself like a princess, having a hard time to choose a gown to use for special occasion. It is very hard to choose, he whispered to himself. Even though they all the same size and color.
Finally, he brought his searching to an ending. Taeyong picked one of the white shirt. He wore it in front of the mirror, and the size is far too big from his body. He buttoned it all up, except the first two from above. He leaved them hanging open. It exposed his branch collarbone, and a peek of his pale chest. The shirt barely reached his knee. It only covered a quarter of his slim thighs.
One more thing, he said. He went to his bag on the makeup table and revealed a perfume. A perfume in a simple red bottle, with a gold rose top. He sprayed once to the air, and quickly inhaled it, let it passed through his lung.
Dear God, it smelled like sin.
Taeyong applied it to both his wrist, glide it together. Then, under his ears, where his vein is placed. He sprayed there, feeling the cold sensation of the thin layered liquid as it immersed into his skin and now his vein, meeting and mixing with his bloods in blood circulation, and now the perfume had spread to all part of his body.
Now, he is the one that smell like sin.
He put back the bottle into his bag. With the fragrance application as his closing action, he is done.
All done.
Now all he had to do is waiting.
Waiting patiently.
Taeyong crossed his both arms together and hugged himself. He slowly rubbed his legs against each other, as the seducing arm being transfer to each other. The soft cotton material didn’t help in descending the arousing halo from hollering his skin. He gripped the end of the shirt, to give himself something to squeeze, something to hold himself back. And the fact that he didn’t wear anything inside and completely naked, it felt like the cloth material had caress all part of his body, including his sensitive area. Nothing left unhidden.
The shirt’s sleeves is so long, it passed his fingers, and he looked like he had a paw, a pair of cute paws.
He brought both of his sleeves to his nose, inhale the remaining odor left. It smell like a salted sea, wet sand, colored with a soft jewel blue. The odor left him with suffocation once again.
Jaehyunie…
He smiled as his lip suddenly muttered the name. Even the name itself sounded like a glory.
He closed his both eyes and kept inhaling it, he missed it so much. The smell now filling his lung, brain, body, soul, like a toxic. His lower region started to get heated and moist and silky. The arousal is too much. He’s falling and keep falling. He is drunk by the scent now, too drunk to think straight.