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Chapter 11 • M

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"I've been waiting for this all day." Wooyoung said, closing the door behind him.

"Mm, why? I've been minding my business all day." Yeosang asked teasingly, wrapping his arms around Wooyoung.

"I don't know. You just, you're so perfect." Wooyoung said, connecting their lips.

Yeosang took control of the kiss, one thing about kissing, he loved to be put in his place after a bit of dominance play. Wooyoung pulled Yeosang forward a bit and Yeosang moaned at the simplest friction against his erection. He fought back until he heard Wooyoung chuckle into the kiss, a roll of pleasure coursed through his dick and he faltered a bit, Wooyoung took the chance to regain control of the kiss.

Yeosang's hands trailed up his neck, entangling into Wooyoung's jet black locks of hair. His body grew hot as Wooyoung's kiss seemed to try to swallow his very last remnants of sanity from within him. Wooyoung had this effect on him, maybe he was secretly a wizard the way he would make Yeosang's body move as if it had a mind of his own. Yeosang felt Wooyoung's hands move to his belt, he felt it unravel with one swift pull his pants fell to the floor.

Wooyoung's hands slid to his ass, he loved how no matter how much ass he felt he lacked, Wooyoung held him like he had an entire bakery in his underwear. Yeosang felt Wooyoung's fingers hook around his waistband, he felt Wooyoung pull away and his breath shook gently when he realized what was about to happen.

"Your friends are here." Yeosang reminded.

"They knew what they signed up for once they saw us on that couch." Wooyoung said, sliding Yeosang's red leaky tip into his mouth.

Yeosang's eyes rolled back, no matter how many times Wooyoung gave him head he felt his core curl in pleasure as he held back a moan. Yeosang's hands dug into his thighs before Wooyoung slid his fingers through his and held them at his sides gently. Yeosang squinted his closed eyes and he let out a moan, Wooyoung seemed to really enjoy the noise because he seemed to become more detailed with his tongue strokes.

"Woo, oh fuck." Yeosang groaned, his dick leaking pathetically as Wooyoung gagged against his dick, the saliva dripping down Yeosang's hips.

"Oh my god." Yeosang grunted, his head tipping against the wall as his legs went weak.

Wooyoung held him up, Yeosang's hands gripping his wrists as Wooyoung's bobbed his head faster. Wooyoung loved how loud Yeosang was getting, he looked up at Yeosang and Yeosang quickly pushed Wooyoung's head back, Wooyoung pinned his hands to the wall and started to move faster again, his lips tightening around Yeosang's head as Yeosang's moans became desperate. 

"No, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna be loud. Fuck, Woo, I'm-," Yeosang let out a guttural moan, releasing quickly into Wooyoung's throat, he fell right into Wooyoung's arms and he was tossed onto the bed.

"Would you be mad if I made you cum like that about twice more?" Wooyoung asked, taking his shirt off.

Yeosang said nothing, he was hard and sensitive, he couldn't think of anything to say, all he could think was about his boyfriend who was left in only his underwear. He needed them off, he let out a small noise and Wooyoung smiled. He almost came on spot, sexiest smile in the room.

"Are you gonna talk to me baby? Or are you gonna talk in your own special way?" Wooyoung teased, he was referring to how Yeosang just moaned his name and moaned soft commands when he was getting fucked.

Yeosang knew he was gonna be loud he was slightly anxious about someone else hearing them, especially when it was so many someone else's.

"Baby we don't have t-mm." Wooyoung was interrupted by a brief kiss.