(From Blue's Perspective)
"Oh, it's spilling from your little mouth."
He grabbed me by the neck and pulled my head towards him. His lips met mine and I opened my mouth slightly. I could hear the low sloppy noise of our wet beastly kiss.
"Mm…"
"I can taste myself from your mouth," he muttered and pulled me by the arm. Though his movement was fast, he was also careful so he would not hurt me.
He made me climb on top of him while he sat on the couch, devouring me with his hungry gaze.
"Haa, Dem…"
I kissed him once more as if I could not help but give away to the temptation. Between the kiss, he grasped my hips and pulled me downwards.
"Ah?!"
"Huh, move your hips," he whispered, breathing heavily.
[Can you guys think of the reason Dem's mother did that? Was it depression or something else?]