The Spoiled Prince || WooSanSang

Chasing That Feeling*

Another spicy chapter! Just like before, there is nothing crucial to the plot here so feel free to skip it if you don't feel like reading it!

One last night there. One last night where it was just the two of them before they'd leave for Aurora. They had both just finished bathing and were in their comfortable clothes. It was evening but not yet time to sleep--Yeosang simply laid down and closed his eyes while Wooyoung sat near the fireplace and read to him.

He set the book down after he finished the chapter. "Are you ready to sleep? My throat is getting sore."

"Stop reading, then." Yeosang motioned for Wooyoung to come closer. Wooyoung joined him on the bed and they lay there on their sides for a few moments, looking at each other.

"You are so handsome, Wooyoungie," Yeosang said. He wasn't sure how many times he'd said that, but he enjoyed the slightly shy smile that overtook Wooyoung's face each time.

"If I am handsome, then there are no words to describe your beauty."

Yeosang rolled his eyes. He knew he wasn't quite as special as Wooyoung made him out to be, but he supposed that was what love did.

As if sensing his thoughts, Wooyoung kissed him on the forehead. "It's true."

Yeosang inched closer to Wooyoung so he could kiss him properly. It was so pleasant like that--lying on the surprisingly comfortable bed, the crackling fire still spreading light and warmth throughout the room, and Wooyoung's soft lips against his own.

It was perfect yet at the same time, not enough. Tomorrow, everything would change again. Tonight, Yeosang felt the need for even more warmth and comfort, to feel so close to Wooyoung that he'd know it was impossible for them to be apart. 

He swung his leg over Wooyoung, pushing them so that Wooyoung was on his back with Yeosang on top, almost all of his body weight resting on the other. Wooyoung's lips faltered against his own but neither of them broke the kiss. Yeosang enjoyed the contact for a few moments. Then, he started moving, just as he remembered San doing so long ago.

It was only then that Wooyoung pulled away. "My prince," he gasped. "Where did you learn to do that?"

Yeosang smiled mischievously. "You do not want to know."

Wooyoung's eyes darkened. "You did this with San?"

"Do not worry, Wooyoungie. We did not do everything." He stopped and looked Wooyoung in the eyes. "Though, I want to do everything with you. Do you want to?"

The grip Wooyoung had on Yeosang's waist tightened. They were still so close; Yeosang could feel his growing arousal. "Are you sure?"

Yeosang started moving again, slowly. "I am sure. Though," he admitted, "I am not quite sure what everything entails."

Wooyoung smiled. "I should hope not." He pulled Yeosang down to capture another kiss, and Yeosang felt like he could melt right then and there. Wooyoung's hands travelled up and down Yeosang's back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Soon, the anticipation was killing Yeosang, and Wooyoung seemed to be just the same. The guard sat up and had Yeosang lie down. "I'm going to...we don't have any..." He seemed to be talking mostly to himself.

"What is it?"

Wooyoung smiled at him reassuringly. "Nothing. It's okay."

A sudden thought occurred to him. "You do know what you are doing, correct?"

"Yes!" Wooyoung's cheeks reddened, then he nodded a bit more confidently. "Yes, I do know what I'm doing. First, let's get your clothes off."

"And yours!" Yeosang protested.