The perfect companion | Sansang

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There was no way he could overlook the werewolf's impressive body. He looked like a god, a dangerous one. A lump formed in Yeosang's throat and he swallowed. Don't gawk, his mind ordered, but he couldn't look away from his muscular biceps as he rolled his shoulders.

"Something wrong?"

"Um..." He finally regained control of his fascination with his muscles and glared at him, "No, stop smiling at me, you enjoy making me uncomfortable right?"

His smile faded quickly and the amusement faded from his dark eyes, "Is that what you think?" 

He ignored his question as he wasn't sure of the answer, "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get to know you."

"Getting naked?"

San gave him a smile again, "Is there any better way than this?"

"We could talk instead of showing me your body."

His gaze dropped to his chest and he wanted to touch him. Yeosang took a step back, took a deep breath and the smell of him awakened all of his senses. The wonderful masculine scent of him made his throat make that strange sound. His nipples hardened and the heat that suddenly created in his stomach transformed into a throbbing pain in his cock. He was stunned by the intense response of his body to him.

"You're purring again" San's voice grew hoarse, "Aren't you curious about what might happen between us, kitten?"

That question made him stop ogling his chest and look at her face.

"Curiosity killed the cat and stop calling me that."

San inhaled his scent again, tensed and growled before lunging at him. Yeosang gasped when he grabbed his hips with both hands and pushed his hot chest against his. The way he smelled totally overwhelmed him. He wanted to get away from him, but instead he dug hid nails into his skin and clung to him.

"Damn" he nuzzled his head with his chin, "You smell amazing."

"I'm wet" he forced his hands to relax on his abdomen and then pushed him, "Let go of me."

San held him tighter against his body, instead of allowing him to put space between his bodies, "I can smell how turned on you are."

"I mean I'm wet from the shower" his heart raced and he trembled, "You-"

"You want me" he interrupted, sliding his hands down and cupping his ass, "And I want you too."

Yeosang gasped and pushed him harder, but he couldn't escape the cage of his arms. He closed his eyes tightly and stifled the moan that formed in his throat when his face lowered and his nose brushed the skin of his neck. His hot breath tickled him and then his lips brushed the super-sensitive skin beneath his ear. San gave him a kiss and then a small bite that made his body burn for him. His knees bent, but the man holding him did not allow him to slide down his body. He held it locked in his arms, under his lips to his throat and gave it a small bite.

"San?" A male voice interrupted them, "Dinner is here."

San opened his mouth and his teeth loosened the skin on his neck, "You came at the worst time, Mingyu" he put him down, turned around and stood between him and the door.

"Sorry buddy" the boy seemed more amused than embarrassed.

Yeosang reeled from the physical interaction they had just shared and reached out a hand to rub the wetness on his neck. He stared at San's bare back and saw the red marks on his shoulders, made with his nails when he clung to him.