There was a drabble on the artist’s description.
"She’s gone again…"
The room was cold; dimly lit.
He slowly lowered his lover onto the bed. Locking lips and hips grinding. He just could not pry his hands away from that body.
His lover moans hungrily into the kiss, as their lips parted, he playfully bit Kon’s lower lip.
Teasing. As always.
Kon has always believed how perfectly capable Tim is in driving him insane.
Kon ran his hand down his lover’s thigh, impatient. Longing.
He could not refuse. He could not push him away.
Every night when there are no suspicious eyes, he would take his lover into their little, private paradise. It has been… Weeks? Months? He could not recall how they ended up being consumed by such carnal desires.
Thoughts clouded Kon’s mind.
Tim’s cold, gloved hand on his cheek halted his musings.
Kon found himself straddling Tim’s hips. His svelte figure perfectly resting under those sculpted thighs.
Tim has always had this way of looking so submissive. So vulnerable.
Kon knows damn well that it’s nothing but a way for Tim to get exactly what he wants.
"She doesn’t have to know…" Tim whispered seductively into his ear, slowly zipping down his suit.
Kon really loathes the way Tim bites his lips when he’s beckoning you to take him. At the same time, it drives him mad with lust.
Unfortunately, Cassie wouldn’t think twice about snapping Tim’s pretty, little neck when she finds out.