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Hangeng approached, taking the brush that was left out. Both were kneeling before the half-finished paintings and the sky began to clear out.

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So ... - Hankyung whispered drawing with a few strokes, a perfect crane , rising on the fly.

That was the first order HeeChul obeyed without hesitation in her life. He took the brush as if it were a pencil and then looked Hangeng seeking approval.

- It's wrong .- He said, peering Heechul's hand. It was more beautiful than a woman.

Hangeng put his hand on Heechul, touching the wood of the brush across the top. Heechul looked

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was almost a whisper and Heechul immediately obeyed, raising his hand as the teacher had said.

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Hangeng put his hand on Heechul, leading to the paint and smearing it on the brush. Then he turned to the role and guided him to draw a few lines. Heechul saw his own hand, with the help of Hankyung, he drew a bird in flight height above the top of the page.

To paint the top of the box, was leaning forward, rising from his position and bring & aacute; NDOS Hankyung's body with him.

Hangeng hesitated. His chest completely played back Heechul and, even worse, when they leaned forward to draw the crane, Hankyung felt his own body was pressure in all its dimensions, with slender body Heechul under it.

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hard, Heechul

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felt that whisper in your ear and breathing on his neck Hangeng and was aware of the heat in your belly and cheeks. He shuddered at the contact.

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hurts .- whispered removing his hand.

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another way, the lines do not reach their full width.

Hangeng 's knee was on the edge of hanbok Heechul and forward tilt caused clothes to slide down your shoulder, leaving the skin clear and smooth bare neck. Hankyung's breathing became more agitated as he gave the last stroke to the crane.

Silence filled the room, coupled with irregular respirations of both and the murmur of the water out. Prince Sinti & amp; oacute; the hot breath of his teacher on her bare skin. The brush fell on the road, ruining the design fresh. Hangeng dry lips touched the curve was created between the neck and shoulder, and continued down her back, her spine, extremely slow, while the darker and fell down hanbok.

Still, Heechul felt shudder. A groan escaped his lips and his shoulders

kept rigid, while his gaze was fixed on the brush without life on the line.

scratches, looking straight into his eyes, menacing expression. The latter remained static, seeing him back in disbelief of their own acts, with the heat burning inside and lost in the coolness of the look of Heechul. But what was what disturbed him in the blackness of their huge eyes? ... Perhaps the faint glow of fear. But neither ignored nor the color of the cheeks of the Prince, or his breath as agitated as himself, or that part should not look for fear of not being able to control ma s.

The expression of torpor and exhaustion on his face and in her movements. Even as she watched him without moving an inch, Hankyung could feel tired expression.

may take days and without food, without rest, without sleep and nailed too tired to imagine what it was. Perhaps the Lebed of his breath?. He looked so weak that Hankyung felt his stomach churn and the transition of his eyes was like a drug. A drug that could take there and that, surely, no one would stop him ... I wanted to take it. CH