05-30-2015, 11:26 PM
Piras chuckled, his eyes softening as he looked at Han-jae. "Dinner later would be great." The pale young man gasped quietly, turning his head to open his neck. "Mn..." His palms were pressed flat against the Korean's hips before sliding upward until Han-jae's shirt gathered under his armpits. When Han-jae pulled back, Piras pulled the shirt off and let it fall on the floor. He reached behind himself and pulled the little chain on the lamp, sending the room into cool darkness with only the holographic window casting the room in a pale glow.
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly.