what's up you wanna kiss

Hansol peppered your jawline with kisses as he held you by the small of your back, his other hand holding the back of you head in place. Your knees grew weak as you held on to his arms, quite stunned at how toned they were.

 He pulled on your cloth a little as his kisses dipped more toward the south, kissing the valley between your neck and chest before licking softly, his fingers pulling your hair. 

A small whimper escaped your parted lips, and he came up to kiss your lips.

“You wanna know what you do to me?”