Old And Young Kissing Novels & Stories

(Mies) "SSSSSHHHH~….Then that's mean you love me too….MUUAAAHHH!!…That is our first kiss..that's mean from now on..we are lovers!!..YYYAAAAAAaaaayyyyyyy…..". (Hwang Hwa Young) The last half of Mies's sentences were silent to Hwa young, With her brave moves of sealing her lips on Mies, she already declared the man was already her lover. With a good mood in her head, she's finally dozed off in Mies's lap and happily snuggled him tightly forgetting where they were. Everyone around them, don't hear what they were talking about but, seeing the seemingly romantic scene between the two. People start to looks at them lovingly, some were clapping, man giving Mies a pointless thumbs up, Whilst females

Then he swiftly raises the younger from the couch, only to place him in his lap. He pecks the younger's soft plump lips once before capturing them in between his own, kissing him soft and slow. His one hand caresses the younger's cheeks while his other hand smoothens across the small of Dae's back. Dae curls his hands around Aroon's neck, his legs splayed wide from where he is straddling Aroon. He eagerly kisses the older back while his ass unintentionally grinds against the older's crotch. Aroon suddenly pulls away from the kiss. "Baby, can I make love to you ?" Dae’s eyes go wide at the sudden question. But he nods his head after a second.

His lips back to claim hers in a fiery kiss that turned her to jello as his tongue explored her mouth. She felt her heart racing and pulse quicken. Her breathing became labored as sweat started to pour from her. It was then realized that her wolf was in heat and was screaming for him. He must have heard it because he looked at her with those burning dragons eyes and then she realized they were on fire. She watched in shock as both of their clothes were burned and turned to ash at their feet while their flesh was still cool to the touch. She began to claw at his skin as if she needed him to be able to breathe another minute. When he couldn't stand not being in her any longer, he moved them to

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

I cling to him as he strokes my back and possess my mouth. "I heard what your dad said, and I have a proposition for you." I pull away slightly and look up at him. "What kind of proposition?" I ask cautiously. Dion kisses my forehead and then my mouth. Why didn't we do this before? I didn't know kissing would feel so good and make me feel so alive. We're both centuries old, but he makes me feel like a schoolgirl. When he sucks on my bottom lip slightly, it makes me moan with pleasure.

“I…don’t understand…what happened? Has the event happened already?” “No, it hasn’t....and it doesn’t even have to anymore.” Maria giggles beside me. “I….dont…” “I understand, child.” She turns to Maria. “Please, show her.” Maria pulls me to a television, and I nearly fall in my steps. My face, along with Adonis’s, is plastered all over it on the news, but that isn’t what makes me stop; it’s the headlines and the playing video… On the screen is the video of Adonis and me from earlier; our kiss is all over the news, the way it happened, the way he held onto me, the angry clash of our lips, and the words.

"I can't wait to marry you." "Me too. But we have to wait for a few more years." "Sure," He kissed her lips down to her neck. Seeing how their younger selves become intimate like that made her flush. She did extreme things with him but he still chose not to do it with her. "Love, we can do it." The young Kiera said as the film went on and they kept watching some porno. She glanced at Alessandro who was focused on their recorded moments. "I'm happy that we are together now." He told her as he paused the video.

Traced the silver at his temple. “We’re getting old,” I said. “We’re getting here,” he corrected. I nodded. Here. Together. Under lights that had outlasted every apartment, every injury, every doubt. I leaned in. Kissed him—slow, familiar, tasting like Thai spices and twenty-three years of knowing exactly how he liked to be kissed. When we pulled back he rested his forehead against mine. “Love you, old man.” “Love you more, old man.” The swing creaked.

The ones that sold my car to me. They both stand before their mailbox, hugging each other. The moment they kiss, Maisie rolls her eyes. “Those two are always dramatic. Don’t they know they’re too old for such PDA?” “I don’t know about you, but I kinda love it. Old love. It never dies…” I hum, looking at them longingly. “Yeah, I’m out. I don’t, do love shit.” She struts past me, heading for the door, but I suddenly blurt out.

"Because you deserve better than me. Because I'm too old. Because this is too complicated. Because—" I don't let him finish. I close the distance between us. Rise up on my toes. And kiss him. For a second, Ocean doesn't move. Doesn't respond. Just stands there frozen. Then his hands are in my hair and he's kissing me back. And everything else disappears. The age gap. The circumstances. The impossibility of it all. None of it matters. All that matters is his mouth on mine. His hands cradling my face like I'm something precious. The way he's kissing me like he's been dying to do it forever.