It’s that moment when the clock hits 3 in the dusk, a familiar number phones Sunoo. Absurd how Sunoo knows who’s calling even though the number is blocked.
“It’s 3, what the hell do you want?” Sunoo closed his tired eyes, obviously waking up from a deep slumber.
Despite his sleepy state, his insides churned, and the familiar feeling in his gut awakened.
“I’m in your door, open up, sweet.” There was a knock heard from the phone and downstairs.
Sunoo shot up from his bed and panicked. “He’s fucking high on alcohol again, I bet.”
He uttered profanity to himself for being a flustered mess after ending the call. Making his way quietly downstairs. Each step is reaping heavier and heavier.
Butterflies are giving rise to a rampage in his gut as the wind stays behind him.
He came face to face with the door, the tapping noise of Jungwon’s foot can be heeded from the other side.
He puffs out a shaky breath before finally unlocking the door to face Jungwon. He nearly keeled over from the sight. Jungwon’s black silky hair that nearly covers his eyes, the black leather jacket complimenting his broad shoulders, and his sharp face details gaping right at Sunoo.
Like a fucking tiger ready to pounce at its prey.
“Go home, Won.” Sunoo clicked his tongue. “You reek of alcohol.” He avoided Jungwon’s intense gaze because once he looks, he can’t refuse the sly boy.
“It’s rude to not let me in, don't you think?”
“What for?”
“You know what for, sweet." Jungwon licked his lips. "I want a taste.."
"...taste of w–what?" Sunoo tightened his grip on the knob, gulping. His inners are quivering as he looks down at the ground.
"We'll know if you let me in, yeah?" Jungwon chuckled, examining Sunoo as the pretty male panics on the inside.
tho, it's nothing new..
Sunoo is his pretty scapegoat. No one can get a hold of this delicate pale skin unless it's him, unless it's Yang Jungwon.
— Kim Sunoo is a weak boy, especially when Yang is looking a little a bit too hot and devilish than usual.
That's the only bold reason why he's right now sat on Jungwon's lap like his title is imprinted on it. Grinding like a bitch in heat as he breathlessly caresses Jungwon's tongue with his own.
The flavor of heaven is laid upon Jungwon's lips as he tries to catch up with it. Sweet as sugar, heated as ablaze.
Jungwon's hand made its way to Sunoo's soft hair, yanking it lightly away from the kiss.
"W–Why?" With his swollen lips and gleaming eyes, he looked up to Jungwon.
Jungwon clenched his jaw, trying his best to resist himself from ravaging the prettiest in front of him.
"Kneel."
Sunoo flinched, the icy voice echoed through his ears, compelling together—his whole system whirling in excitement as he got off Jungwon's lap to kneel.
Jungwon nearly craved to lock Sunoo up with the image in front of him. Sunoo perked up at him while nibbling his lips— looking so innocent.
"Lick." Jungwon held Sunoo's head, guiding it to his clothed raging bulge. With only Sunoo's watery eyes he felt his system burn.
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ФанфикшнThis book isn't for minors. The book contains sex And a lot of cursing. The book contains "boy to boy." If you're homophobic, get out of the book. DO NOT REPORT the book unless you want to be in jail for the rest of your life. Language: English, Fil...
