[completed. just a simple smut story, don't take it too seriously]
Yeosang's touch was like fire, and the taste of his lips cherry sweet - so addicting, that Wooyoung soon found himself longing for more than just their random hook ups. But the olde...
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❝electric crimson❞
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"I don't understand, so he isn't your sugardaddy?" Yunho asked, arms crossed while leaning his tall body against the doorframe to the small guest room he let Wooyoung stay in.
"No," Wooyoung replied, also confused himself on how to label his thing with the pink haired lawyer, although it was still all so new.
"But he's rich, right? You said it's the guy who threw the party at the Signiel Hotel?"
Wooyoung nodded, fixing the last locks of his hair and correcting the hint of eyeliner on his lids. A surprise had been promised for the night, but he had no idea what to expect - something he had already learned was a given with Yeosang. To expect the unexpected.
"I don't want his money though..." he mumbled, as he turned around to face his cousin.
There was only one thing Wooyoung wanted from the older, although he told himself he was too proud to admit it, he was once again getting ready to go to whatever destination Yeosang sent to him.
'I just want his attention. All to myself.'
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Wooyoung tapped his fingers against his thighs, while his eyes stared intensely at the floor numbers changing on the small screen in the elevator. He had decided on a shimmering shirt, tucked loosely into a pair of tight jeans - which perfectly hugged his thighs and ass. He was sure Yeosang would love that.
Hopefully he wouldn't be too underdressed, but at the same time he was quite certain that his clothes wouldn't stay on his body for long anyway. He walked down the hallway decorated with large paintings in golden frames, and a dark red carpet under his feet, feeling a bit anxious all of a sudden.
He couldn't explain why, but he wanted to impress Yeosang so badly, he wanted to make sure that the older would keep calling him up. He had to feel the addicting touch of his hands, but most importantly - he needed to taste his lips again.
The door to the hotel suite was opened after only one knock of Wooyoung's trembling hand.
"You look stunning tonight," Yeosang whispered as he leaned in to let his lips brush against Wooyoung's cheeks, and a playful hand stroked down his neck.
But the words in Wooyoung's own mouth didn't even get to leave his lips.
Yeosang wasn't alone.
Rising from a large armchair, another male caught Wooyoung's eyes. Tall, with shining dark hair - pushed back in one side and hanging loosely in soft but controlled waves in the other - fire in his eyes, and a fatally charming smile on his lips.
"Darling, this is Seonghwa, one of my work partners," Yeosang introduced the man now standing next to him.
The look in the blue eyes already told Wooyoung what was about to happen, and although he hadn't had a threesome before, the thought of it in that moment intrigued him.
