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heat.
smoke.
silk.
skin.
they come to him in pieces.
jackson blinks.
he's in the corner, the hard unyielding wall against his back, soft yielding flesh of a woman against his front. jessi’s lipstick is smeared, quirked up into a wicked smile. he gets a brief flash of the white canine stark against her blood red lips before her mouth crushes against his and his eyes close, her soft breasts snug and warm in his hands.
heat.
smoke.
silk.
skin.
he's on the floor, hani on top of him, grinding down desperately on him. jackson's gasp is a shaky stutter, inaudible over the loud rock music blaring over the speakers. hani's hands were braced on either side of his head, caging him in. the silky white ribbons are wound prettily around her pale arms. sweat beads up on her skin, on her forehead, glistens on her cheeks, mascara smeared underneath eyes blown wide. a drop slides down and splashes on to jackson's cheek. hani chases it, mouth open and wanting, licks a hot wide stripe up his face bringing down her hips especially hard, causing jackson to gasp and stutter and -
heat.
smoke.
silk.
skin.
they're in the middle of the dance floor. jackson is drunk, the shot he'd drank off of jessi's stomach having gone to his head. the lights are making bambam's golden and purple eyeshadow sparkle dazzlingly. bambam laughs, says something he can't catch because there's teeth on his neck, yugyeom's. they skirt along his jugular, going up to his earlobe, biting down in a way that makes jackson grind his ass down on yugyeom's dick. bambam makes to turn away, the piercings on her nipples wink at him and he pulls her back in by the waist, eager to taste the cigarette on her tongue.
heat.
smoke.
silk.
skin.
the buttons which had been done up modestly went flying into the air, skittering soundlessly away so they wouldn't have to bear witness to jinyoung ripping his clothes off in the middle of the party. ripping is more of an exaggeration, thinks jackson deliriously, it was more of a jinyoung bunching her hands in the fabric of his shirt and jerking it slightly so as to expose the chest she's currently feasting on.
the corset hangs around his waist, having been loosened enough so jinyoung's hands can slip under to feel more of him, to tweak the piercing on his bellybutton, tugging on it in a way that makes jackson's gut twist, his hips shift, reminding him of the residual wetness in his underwear from his previous encounters -
heat.
smoke.
silk.
skin.
he’s in the back of the car. the suede seats are cradling his back lovingly, but jackson’s too preoccupied to luxuriate in the feel of them, straining against them as jaebeom works his mouth up and down jackson’s cock. nails painted as black as the night above them dig into his thighs, so jaebeom can get closer, take more of jackson in. jackson’s throat is parched, sweat dripping into his eyes, blinking furiously to focus on the visage of jaebeom, one of jackson’s hands fisted in the man’s long hair, the other on jaebeom’s ringed fingers, his moans high and breathy in the balmy night air as cameras clicked and flashed.
heat.
smoke.
silk.
skin.
he's on the sofa, the leather sticking to the backs of his thighs, mark's chest warm against his bare upper back. the chandelier twinkles down at them, paints youngjae's skin golden as she stands in front of him, leisurely smoking a joint. mark's gloved hand plays lazily with his nipple, fingertips digging periodically into the bite mark jinyoung had left above it like a brand. he rolls his head back, catches mark’s grin against his temple. youngjae bends, placing one heeled boot between his legs, the tip rubbing against his tender dick. jackson whimpers. mark's fingers slither up his neck to grip his jaw, holding his mouth open as youngjae exhales the earthy and hot smoke into his mouth, sealing her mouth over his, digging the tip in a little hard so she can swallow jackson's moan in return.
heat.
smoke.
silk.
skin.
and sin.
all of jackson's favorite things.
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