ATEEZ ONESHOTS [BXB]

- PDWTG (4) -

-TBE
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The soft echo of their footsteps reverberated down the quiet corridor, the only sound in the otherwise still air, except for the pounding of their hearts. As they left the pool behind, Mingi and Wooyoung's voices faded into the distance, becoming nothing more than a distant murmur.

San walked ahead, his shoulders drawn tight, as if every fiber of his being was attuned to the heat radiating from Yunho, just a step behind. The hallway seemed endless, stretching out before them, with dim lighting that cast elongated shadows, which danced in time with their quickening pulses. Yunho's eyes were locked on San's back, watching the way his wet shirt clung to his frame, highlighting the curve of his neck—a sight so tempting that it gnawed at Yunho's already fraying self-control.

San glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes dark, heavy-lidded, and smoldering as they met Yunho's. That one look sent a jolt straight to Yunho's core, the corner of San's mouth curling into a silent dare that he couldn't ignore.

The door to the guest bedroom loomed ahead, and as soon as it clicked shut behind them, the tension between them snapped like a rubber band stretched too far. Yunho's hand shot out, capturing San's wrist and yanking him close. Their lips collided in a kiss that was all-consuming, driven by a heat that had been simmering beneath the surface all night. San's fingers tangled in Yunho's damp hair, pulling him closer, the breath hitching in his throat as Yunho's hands traveled over his back, down to grip his hips with a force that left no room for doubt.

"What did you promise me, Yunho?" San's voice was breathless, a whisper that barely broke the surface of their fevered kiss, yet it held a sharp edge, a wicked reminder of their earlier conversation—one filled with playful teasing but now heavy with a different kind of intent.

Yunho didn't respond right away. Instead, he trailed his lips down the line of San's jaw, letting his teeth nip at the sensitive skin just below his ear. The soft gasp that escaped San's lips sent a shiver down Yunho's spine, urging him on. "I promised I'd take care of you," Yunho murmured, his voice rough and thick with the hunger that had been building steadily all night. "I promised I'd make you beg for it."

San's breath stuttered, his body instinctively arching into Yunho's touch, but the fabric of his shirt was a maddening barrier between them. Yunho's hands slipped beneath the hem, sliding up to explore the smooth planes of San's stomach, feeling the way his muscles tensed under his fingers.

"I'm already begging," San gasped, his nails digging into Yunho's shoulders, his desperation palpable, the promise of what was to come tightening like a knot in his chest.

"You want me to show you that badly?" Yunho's voice was a low growl, the challenge clear in his tone.

"Yes...show me...please...Yunho...show me..." San's voice was soft, a plea that hung heavy in the air between them.

Yunho's only response was a deep, guttural sound that vibrated against San's lips. Their faces were so close now that each exhale seemed to merge into one, the air between them thick with tension—the kind that had been simmering all night, waiting for this exact moment to ignite. San's eyes flicked to Yunho's lips, hesitation flickering for the briefest of seconds before he closed the distance, capturing them in a kiss that was nothing short of feral, driven by the kind of need that had been burning just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to explode.