[desire is turning me into a criminal]
"No smoking in my car." San said in a firm voice when caught Wooyoung to take a cigarette from his pocket. He didn't seem to listen, though, because right after he lighted it up.
"Didn't you hear me?" San growled, making the younger to chuckle.
"No need to be such grumpy, San."
"How do you know my name?"
"How do you think I knew your car? I asked the receptionist about you. Well, about many people, actually.
She hasn't much strength to contrast my questions, though." he said in his low voice, pulling the smoke towards San's direction, which made the latter to cough and wave his hand.
"You mean that..."
"I slept with her, yes." Wooyoung added without needing to wait the end of the sentence. "That's how this world works, by the way."
The rest of the drive went on in completely silence. San's mind was totally blank. Some particular thought was tickling his it, but it would have stayed there, hidden from the reality. There wasn't a single chance that it could escalate in something different than a one night adventure. Sadly for him, but, even if he didn't know, unluckily it was for Wooyoung, too.
When San opened his loft door, Wooyoung smirked, walking all the way in, and scanning with his eyes every single detail.
"Easy. But nice, though." he said.
"Easy? Well, you may be used to millionaire houses, then."
Seconds of silence followed that moment. Time during which San removed his long coat and his blazer, whilst Wooyoung was now scanning his body features. San was tall, well proportioned. He was already imagining what it felt like to grip his strong shoulders while reaching his high.
He started to walk towards his direction, pushing the taller closer to him as his hands caught his little waist.
"You're taking too long." he whined on the other's lips, hovering them without actually touching. San, who was definitely someone who took it slow, chuckled and responded with a teasing smile, his hands reaching Wooyoung's to make the grip on his body to loosen.
"Decisions are up to me, little one. Be patient." Wooyoung snorted and followed his path, hoping that he was walking in his bedroom. But no, San was walking in his kitchen, coming out right after with two glasses of red wine. Yet he knew what casual sleeping with people was like, he still didn't like to be rough and impolite. He wanted the other person to feel good beyond the physical needings. He sat on his large and leather sofa, waiting the other to join him.
"Do you like red? Or you prefer whites?" he said while extending to the other his large cup glass. Wooyoung stared at the dark liquid, before lifting his gaze again to San's eyes. San took a little sip from his glass, where the young boy almost drank half of it.
"You don't like to take it easy, don't you?" San said in a chuckle. That's when Wooyoung noticed that that huge living room was decorated with plenty of bouquets and flowers of all ways, colors and styles; he made his eyes wander across the room, again, trying to read the older's personality through his furnishings. There was something in classy and rich men which always attracted his attention, even before knowing them. Just seeing the way they dressed to attend ballet, the expensive clothes to décor their bodies, making them even more attractive. That was definitely Wooyoung's target, both conscious and unconsciously.
"You gave me flowers at the last of Notre-Dame. I guess you like them. I should got you were a romantic type since your enjoyment of that ridiculous dramatic story."
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Un matin tu dansais | c.s + j.wy
Fanfic[WooSan short story / ENG] One morning I saw you dancing under the sun, and it was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. !! angst / smut
