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The first time Si-mok got interested in Dong-jae’s thighs, was when they were tightening around his head.
Pressed against his face and ears, Si-mok could clearly feel the smooth skin and the muscles moving underneath.
Every little sound was silenced by them against his ears. The peaceful silence held a few seconds until Dong-jae slowly relaxed again, his legs heavily falling to the side on the mattress.
„How did you like it?“
Dong-jae asked breathlessly and reached for Si-mok’s face to pull him back up.
Si-mok swallowed some of the cum in his mouth to answer but was stopped by Dong-jae kissing him deeply and ravishing his mouth.
„It was fine.“
Si-mok answered when Dong-jae finally let go of him, one hand brushing over the other’s right thigh. He did not miss the shudder that caused.
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The second was in the morning when Dong-jae got up and walked to the bathroom, being completely naked. The sun rays shining through the blinds, perfectly highlighting the movement of his muscles while he walked.
Si-mok stared at him, taking in the sight and tracing the lines of his legs in his mind when Dong-jae was out of sight.
„What’s with you? Do I have something on my legs? “
Dong-jae looked down to check them when he noticed that Si-mok was somehow fixated at his legs.
„No, but I noticed you have well-formed thighs.“
„Ah, I do, don’t I.“
Dong-jae grinned broadly.
„What should I say, I work hard for them looking good.“
He crawled on the bed and straddled Si-mok’s lap. Leaning down for a kiss, Dong-jae stopped before their lips touched.
„If you like looking at them so much, how about watching them in action while I ride you?“
That sight was definitely one Si-mok enjoyed.
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Taking more attention to them, Si-mok noticed more things concerning Dong-jae’s thighs.
They were not only toned and thick but also very sensitive. Si-mok found out when he inspected them further and more thoroughly.
First, he had brushed along them with his hands, dragging his nails a little harder against the sensitive insides and Dong-jae had let out a low whine, his legs jerking in a try to get away from Si-mok’s hand.
Si-mok held it instead and leaned down to sucked on the skin on the inside of Dong-jae’s right thigh hard enough to leave a bruise and felt the other’s body tremble violently, his hand tearing on his hair almost painfully.
Si-mok let go of the skin with a plop after sucking stronger on it again and Dong-jae whimpered.
He looked up at him and sank his teeth into the already irritated skin and a smile spread over his lips when the other gasped and thrust his hips forward.
Dong-jae often talked, even while they were intimate but no word had left his lips since Si-mok had started giving his legs some extra attention.
By the end of the night, Dong-jae’s thighs were covered in love bites and his voice was hoarse but not from talking.
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Dong-jae’s thighs had another feature, Si-mok found out about when one of his attacks - luckily they were rare now - hit him.
They were really comfortable.
Si-mok had overworked himself again, taking on too many cases at once when Yeo-jin had come to him because of a case that seemed simple at first but was connected to all kinds of people, including high ups in the prosecution.
Not to mention that a lot of those people were not amused.
At least none of their close colleagues died or was kidnapped this time. Instead, Si-mok almost got hit by a car, that clearly aimed at him. Maybe the driver was getting second thoughts at the last moment or he was just bad with aiming cars at people but he missed him just by a bit. The brush of air whirling Si-mok’s coat through the air and messing up his hair.
Their had eyes met for a moment, then the driver pulled back and was gone.
It was only a few hours later, after Yeo-jin had just left his office, taking all the information about the car, that Si-mok’s episode hit him, knocking him outright when he was about to leave to meet Dong-jae for lunch.
When he came to his senses again he was lying in Dong-jae’s lap, his familiar scent and the soothing hand brushing through his hair dulling the annoying pounding of his head.
Si-mok had buried his face angst the other’s thighs then.
He just wanted to have them wrapped around his head again, silencing every annoying sound including the faint ringing in Si-mok’s head.
For some reason, he just knew it would help.
Dong-jae granted him that wish as soon as they were home again.