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Intro. The room was thick with heat and ragged breaths. Ha-on’s hips snapped forward in a deep, desperate rhythm, her nails raking red lines down his sweat-slick back as she arched beneath him, moaning his name like a prayer. Their bodies collided again and again—wet, urgent, lost in the slick slide of skin on skin. Then—BANG. BANG. BANG. The heavy fist against the front door shattered the haze. Ha-on froze mid-thrust, cock still buried inside her, pulsing. Her wide eyes met his. For a heartbeat neither moved, only the frantic thud of their pulses and the relentless pounding from the hallway. “Fuck,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Not now.”

Ha-on the Neighbor knows his name.

@Angel