Mino kissed her like she was the the most precious girl in the world. Hands at her waist, drawing her closer as each kiss intensified. One of her hands rested on his upper arm while the other played with his hair and each time Mino pushed her lightly against the wall, a moan would leave her lips. They'd been sharing these types of kisses so often now that it was a matter of time before someone caught them. They weren't a couple and they weren't in love. This was all fun and intense, exciting, delicious and just a bit thrilling for both of them. Every time these kisses came up, it would always lead to something a little new. Neck kisses to hickeys. Soft touches to groping. Timid fingers to adventurous fingertips and today, they'd take it a little further. His fingers ed her distressed denim jeans and slipped his hand inside her , she whimpered into his mouth making him smirk a little before biting her lower lip and devouring again as his fingers found their way to her entrance. He wouldn't enter her. No. No way, that would be left for the next day. Everyday built up to the next and it was perfect. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. They'd somehow agreed to this little game one night when she was straddling his lap, his hair as she reached down for his lips, grinding on him until a groan immited from his throat. When they finally got to the good stuff, they knew it would feel so much better. The build up was what they wanted. It would crush them but turn them into the people they were supposed to be. 

This is their story.