Yerin's Kink (R18)

We stayed tangled together for a long while, the afterglow settling over us like warm honey. Yerin's head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin while I stroked the length of her bare back.

The suite was quiet except for our slowing breaths and the distant hum of the city beyond the tall windows. Every so often one of us would shift just enough to press a soft kiss to whatever skin was closest, her temple, my collarbone, the corner of a smile.

Eventually she propped herself up on one elbow, dark hair cascading over one shoulder, and looked down at me with that familiar mischievous glint already returning to her eyes.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked, voice soft but edged with heat.

"Anything."