[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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❝iridescence❞
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The sunlight stroked down his face, and with a small groan Wooyoung opened his tired eyes. As soon as his vision became steady he inhaled sharply, pulling back the gasp that was about to leave his mouth.
Was this dream, or was it actually real?
With a hesitant move he reached out his hand and brushed a stray lock of fuchsia hair away from Yeosang's sleeping face, while a feeling he knew wasn't good for him was spreading in his chest. His lips formed into a smile, and for a short moment he was just lying there - looking at the older who was peacefully resting next to him.
They were cramped together in Wooyoung's bed, in his small, nowhere near fancy room with the walls as bare as his body, and where he hadn't even put up curtains yet.
"You're awake?" Yeosang suddenly mumbled in a raspy voice that caused a small tickle in Wooyoung's stomach.
Yeosang blinked a few times, while rolling over to lie on his back - staring at the ceiling with the back of his right hand resting against his forehead. The look on his face was hard to figure out, but whatever it meant, Wooyoung deeply hoped it was anything but the face of regret.
"Just woke up," he replied, now almost afraid to touch the older's skin although they had been pressed against each other only hours before.
Then, Yeosang turned back to lie on his side again, smiling softly while reaching out to run his fingers through Wooyoung's hair.
"You look so gorgeous in the morning sun."
A compliment so sweet, spoken in such a deep smooth voice, would be enough to make anyone's knees feel weak - and although Wooyoung told himself not to let it affect him, he felt those words go straight to his heart.
With blushing cheeks, Wooyoung rolled over on his stomach and nuzzled his face into the pillow with an embarrassed whine that made Yeosang chuckle.
"Why are you hiding, silly?" The older asked, moving closer and their skin touched once again. "Don't hide your pretty face for me."
Wooyoung responded with pushing his face even further into the pillow while blindly trying to pull the covers over his head, but Yeosang stopped it and instead the warmth of his body was hovering over Wooyoung.
A deep moan rolled up Wooyoung's throat only seconds after, when the older's fingers went down between his legs and began playing with him. Wooyoung's cheeks must have been as red as tomatoes, when he finally jerked his head backwards and away from the pillow.
"Ah, Y-Yeosang..." he gasped, as the first finger went inside of him, his body responding immediately but also aching a bit from the wild night they had shared before. But he promptly bit his lip, praying that Yunho wasn't at home - or at least didn't just hear that needy sound Wooyoung had just made. "W-wait... My... My cousin might be h-home..."
