Yunho traces the letters slowly, fi

Yunho traces the letters slowly, fingers barely grazing skin, and thinks about the tattoo on Jaejoong's
back, its partner on Yoochun's. This tattoo is different from theirs; it will be gone in a few days, rubbed
away by soft cotton shirts and forgetful hands, washed away in sweat and showers. It will not last
forever, does not spell forever—no soul, no mate . But even though the letters snake below the waistline
on both sides, Yunho can read what it says.
Now, black and taught across Siwon's stomach.
Now, vibrating in the goosebumps that rise on Siwon's skin.
"Now," Siwon says, voice hoarse and low. "Hyung, please..."
And Yunho thinks of the way Siwon's knee shook nervously next to his, almost but not quite touching,
back at their first company meeting as trainees together. He thinks of the way their bodies moved in
tandem, eyes almost but never quite meeting in the mirrors, during dance rehearsals. He thinks of the
feel of Siwon's eyes on his back, Siwon's hand on his shoulder, Siwon's head nestled beneath his chin,
the way their lips almost met before Heechul slammed the door, or before Siwon's cell phone rang, or
before this or that and almost , but always not quite , always not yet .
"Now," Siwon whispers, and his eyes are squeezed shut, his body is shaking on the table Yunho pushed
him onto what seems like hours ago.
Now.
So Yunho undoes the belt buckle and pulls down the leather pants and kisses Siwon's hipbone. And
then he sets his tongue to the first letter and begins to trace. S , his tongue glides, but it spells out
now, and Siwon gasps, arches his back. Now , Yunho traces patiently into every letter, tongue steady and
even— now as Siwon hisses and grinds his hips in the air, now as Siwon's hands clench into fists by his
side, now as Siwon groans and twists his hands violently into Yunho's hair and comes, untouched, over
his stomach, now continuing on through the streaks of white, following the black of the letters through
Siwon's aftershocks. The saliva, the cum, the tattoo, all will be washed away, and now too, and that is
why Yunho keeps tracing even when Siwon's arms try to pull him up, even when he hears the hitch in
Siwon's voice and feels the rhythmic, silent sobs rack his chest.
When he is done, Yunho kisses Siwon softly and deeply, for a second, two, a year. After the kiss breaks,
he brings his lips up to the tears in Siwon's eyes, and he thinks that maybe it is the traces of salt and
alkaline still left in his mouth that make them taste so sweet.

Hasil (Inggris) 1:

Yunho traces the letters slowly, fingers barely grazing her skin, and reputation about the tattoo on Jaejoong's
back, its partner on Yoochun's. This tattoo is different from theirs; it will be gone in a few days, rubbed
away by soft cotton shirts and forgetful hands, washed away in sweat and showers. It will not last forever,
does not spell forever — no soul, no mate. But even though the letters snake below the waistline
on both sides, Yunho can read what it says.
Now, black and taught across Siwon's stomach.
Now, vibrating in the goosebumps that rise on her skin Siwon's.
"Now," he says, voice hoarse Siwon and low. "Hyung, please ..."
And Yunho's reputation of the way Siwon's knee shook nervously next to his, almost but not quite touching,
back at their first meeting the u.s. company trainees together. He reputation of the way their bodies moved in tandem,
eyes almost but never quite meeting in the mirrors, during dance rehearsals. He reputation of the
feel of Siwon's eyes on his back, Siwon's hand on his shoulder, Siwon's head nestled beneath his chin,
the way their lips almost met before Heechul slammed the door, or before Siwon's cell phone rang, or
before this or that and almost, but not quite always, always not yet.
"Now," Siwon whispers, and his eyes are squeezed shut, his body is shaking on the table pushed Yunho
him onto what seems like hours ago.
.
So Yunho Now undoes the belt buckle and pulls down the leather pants and kisses Siwon's hipbone. And
then he sets his tongue to the first letter and begins to trace. S, his tongue glides, but it spells out
now, and Siwon gasps, arches his back. Now, Yunho patiently traces into every letter, tongue-and
event — now u.s. Siwon hisses and grinds his hips in the air, now us Siwon's hands clench into fists by his side,
now u.s. Siwon groans and twists his hands violently into the hair and comes Yunho's, untouched, over his stomach,
now continuing on through the streaks of white, following the black of the letters through
Siwon's aftershocks. The saliva, the cum, the tattoo, all will be washed away, and now too, and that is why Yunho
event tracing when Siwon's keeps arms try to pull him up, even when he hears the hitch in
Siwon's voice and feels the rhythmic, silent sobs rack his chest.
When he is done, Yunho kisses Siwon softly and deeply, for a second, two, a year. After the kiss breaks,
he brings his lips up to the tears in Siwon's eyes, and he reputation that maybe it is the traces of salt and alkaline
still left in his mouth that make them taste so sweet.

Hasil (Inggris) 2:

Yunho slowly traces the letters, fingers barely grazing the skin, and thinks about the tattoo on Jaejoong's
back, its partner on Yoochun's. This tattoo is different from theirs; it will be gone in a few days, rubbed
away by the soft cotton shirts and Forgetful hands, washed away in sweat and showers. It will not last
forever, does not spell forever-no soul, no mate. But even though the letters snake below the waistline
on both sides, Yunho can read what it says.
Now, black and taught across Siwon's stomach.
Now, vibrating in the goosebumps that rise on Siwon's skin.
"Now," Siwon says, voice hoarse and low. "Hyung, please ..."
And Yunho thinks of the way Siwon's knee shook nervously next to his, almost but not quite touching,
back at their first meeting company as trainees together. He thinks of the way their bodies moved in
tandem, eyes almost but never quite meeting in the mirrors, during dance rehearsals. He thinks of the
feel of Siwon's eyes on his back, Siwon's hand on his shoulder, Siwon's head nestled beneath his chin,
the way their lips almost met before Heechul slammed the door, or before Siwon's cell phone rang, or
before this or that and almost, but not quite always, always not yet.
"Now," Siwon whispers, and his eyes are squeezed shut, his body is shaking on the table Yunho pushed
him onto what seems like hours ago.
Now.
So Yunho undoes the belt buckle and pulls down the leather pants and kisses Siwon's hipbone. And
then he sets his tongue to the first letter and begins to trace. S, his tongue glides, but it spells out
now, and Siwon gasps, arches his back. Now, Yunho traces patiently into every letter, tongue steady and
even-now as Siwon hisses and grinds his hips in the air, now as Siwon's hands Clench into fists by his
side, now as Siwon groans and twists his hands violently into Yunho's hair and comes, untouched, over
his stomach, now continuing on through the streaks of white, following the black of the letters through
Siwon's aftershocks. The saliva, the cum, the tattoo, all will be washed away, and now too, and that is
why Yunho keeps tracing even when Siwon's arms try to pull him up, even when he hears the hitch in
Siwon's voice and feels the rhythmic, silent sobs rack his chest.
When he is done, Siwon Yunho kisses softly and deeply, for a second, two, a year. After the kiss breaks,
he brings his lips up to the tears in Siwon's eyes, and he thinks that maybe it is the traces of salt and
alkaline still left in his mouth that the make them taste so sweet.