[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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❝lemon chiffon❞
"You're such a brat," Yeosang panted behind him, giving it to him as hard and wild as Wooyoung had been begging for when they had stumbled into the older's bedroom.
Wooyoung clenched the sheet under him, crinkled it between his trembling fingers, while sweat rolled down his warm face.
He had gotten his way in the end, now drooling down his own chin and with a big cock ramming into him. He should feel good, but there was a small part of him that didn't.
"I've never met anyone like you before..."
The sudden comment made Wooyoung's eyes open in surprise. Yeosang's voice was smooth and endearing, making it hard to not take it as a compliment. But as the words went straight to Wooyoung's heart, they also tore a small piece off it on the way.
While he barely even knew Yeosang yet, there was just something about the older that had Wooyoung's knee go weak every time their eyes met, and something inside of him that couldn't stop that nagging jealousy to rise. He wanted more, a lot more, like right now where he so desperately wanted Yeosang to kiss him.
When he was turned around to lie on his back, legs raised up to wrap around Yeosang's hips, Wooyoung made a few needy movements of his head, signaling that a kiss was more than welcome. But, it didn't happen.
The closet their lips came to each other that night, was when Yeosang leaned down to kiss him down the neck, suck on his collarbones and leaving faint marks on his skin. Wooyoung held back a dissatisfied pout, and he was soon too lost in the lustful bliss to even let it bother him.
Yeosang thrusted into him, while slowly pumping his length, sending a stream of pleasure through him. His head was knocking against the headboard of the bed, but not even that would ruin the moment. He let go of a small whine when he suddenly felt Yeosang's tongue move down to play around his nipple, sucking and licking it while he was being fucked so hard until his head was spinning from being stimulated all over his body.
"F-fuck..." he gasped with his voice frail and cracking from his inability to control his own body. "It feels... So... So good..."
"Only the best for my beautiful baby," Yeosang whispered in his ear, causing butterflies to explode in Wooyoung's stomach.
Somehow he wished he had the strength to tell the older not to say such cute things, when he probably didn't mean them at all - they were nothing more than fuck-buddies, Wooyoung knew that, and when he already felt like he was longing for more, words like that didn't make things easier for him.
"Yeosang..." he mumbled, clenching so hard the older let out a surprised groan. "I'm close..."
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"Stay." Yeosang's voice caught Wooyoung off-guard when he was about to leave the bedroom after a quick shower.
He looked over his shoulder at the older resting on the bed, watching him and pulling him into that bottomless ocean of the blue eyes that followed his every move.
