Koa
Isn't it messed up,
How I'm just dying to be him?
How I'm just dying to be him?
Well that's that.
Jude closes the gap that Koa's left open, leaving no room for interpretation. Lips crash into lips, a mess of tongues and heat and breath as months of pent-up desire and tension reach a final boil point and finally spill over. And oh, if he doesn't taste the way that Koa dreamed and so much better, whisky-sharp and peanut butter sweet and soft as rose petals and hazy as a dream.
A calloused hand slides greedily down to the singer's waistband, tugging his shirt loose enough to slip up underneath, wrapping around his waist. His other hand grabs Jude's ass with unapologetic urgency, tugging the young man close enough to feel physicality of his lust. Disengaging from Jude's lips, Koa immediately re-directs his attention to his jaw, trailing kisses down smooth skin and into the crook of a supple neck.
Jude closes the gap that Koa's left open, leaving no room for interpretation. Lips crash into lips, a mess of tongues and heat and breath as months of pent-up desire and tension reach a final boil point and finally spill over. And oh, if he doesn't taste the way that Koa dreamed and so much better, whisky-sharp and peanut butter sweet and soft as rose petals and hazy as a dream.
A calloused hand slides greedily down to the singer's waistband, tugging his shirt loose enough to slip up underneath, wrapping around his waist. His other hand grabs Jude's ass with unapologetic urgency, tugging the young man close enough to feel physicality of his lust. Disengaging from Jude's lips, Koa immediately re-directs his attention to his jaw, trailing kisses down smooth skin and into the crook of a supple neck.
I'm just a notch in your bedpost,
but you're just a line in a song
but you're just a line in a song
