𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 || sequel to Colors of You

never enough

[warning: this is just a smut story, so if you're under 18, read at your own risk. in fact, if you're 18+ , well, same thing counts. have fun]

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The strong hands left rough touches down his body - as he had wanted them to, as he had demanded them to. They marked him, owned him, and he loved it. The pleasure and the pain combined into the most ecstatic of emotions.

Wooyoung sighed blissfully. Head tilted back, his dark hair spread across the pillow - like his legs on the mattress. Eyes closed shut, and mouth half-opened with the lower lip quivering from the endless streams of pleasure running through him, like wild rivers. With a low moan, he pushed his body upwards, rewarded with the only thing he had in mind.

To get fucked senseless.

He gasped the name of the handsome older on top of him, and only seconds later he felt the silky touch of the cherry lips against his own. Passionately, on the edge to aggression, their lips collided, with tongues dancing around each other, to the song of the unholy sounds echoing throughout the bedroom.

This was what he had wanted, what he had craved for so long.

To feel weightless, but bound to the ground at the very same time. To feel so submissive, taking everything that was given to him with hard thrusts, but at the same time feeling as if he was on top of the world.

His slender legs wrapped around the older, as he was filled out in ways he had only been able to dream of for weeks. A strong hand found its way to his neck, and Wooyoung moaned sweetly as he was held down by his throat. Fingernails dug into his fair skin, and he shivered when the older's thumb drew a harsh line across his jaw.

In the dimmed light, the older looked even more handsome than usual, and Wooyoung would greedily run his hands all over the God-like body on top of him. Across every prominent muscle, the strong jawline, and down the smooth, warm skin. Wooyoung also didn't hesitate to leave long, red marks down the older's back, at every deep thrust, reminding both of them how time not spend together in bed, was only time wasted.

"Did you miss me?" the deep, husky voice whispered in his ear, and Wooyoung could only nod slightly with the hand still around his neck.

A soft chuckle, the only soft thing about him, left the lips that were stroking against Wooyoung's ear, as the older male set up the pace of their rocking bodies.

"Then be a good boy, and show me how much you've missed me. Cum for me."

The way the older's voice turned even deeper, commanding, while the grip tightened and his big cock continuously hit Wooyoung's prostate, having Wooyoung seeing stars behind his closed eyes.

His toes curled up, and his lips were once again captured in a wild kiss, as he reached his orgasm.

"That was amazing," he mumbled, exhausted and through heavy breathing, when their bodies had finally separated again after what felt like hours.

"It's always amazing with you." A cheeky smile, and a kiss on his forehead, should be more than enough for Wooyoung's heart to skip a beat.

But without the touch of the older's hands against his skin, without the sinful words whispered in his ear, it was far from enough.

Because it still wasn't the same.

So, Wooyoung had to lie, not only to the handsome older, but to himself as well.

"Likewise."

Because it wasn't him.

"Good night, Changkyun."