・❥・ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. Happily married and eagerly awaiting San's return from his mandatory military service, Wooyoung busies himself building their home and nurturing their dreams. Just as everything seems to be going perfectly, unexpec...
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»--ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴀɴ --«
I lay on the bed in our getaway cottage, my eyes fixed on Wooyoung as he tiptoed around the room in the night dress my mother had chosen for him. He glanced at me mischievously every now and then, teasing me relentlessly with his alluring looks. No matter how much I drank in the sight of him, I could never get enough. That was his charm. Tonight, we had the entire place to ourselves, a rare opportunity to revel in each other's company while my parents looked after little Han.
After reading a book together and having intimate conversations about our future and the next steps once we returned to Seoul, I wanted to savor these moments. The future seemed bright and full of promise, but tonight was about the present, about us.
Wooyoung looked incredibly sensual, his hair cascading down his shoulders, the wedding band on his finger catching the light as he ran his fingers through his hair. I bit my lip as he slipped out of the room, giggling softly. I leaned back against the headboard, covering the naked lower part of my body with the sheet, anticipation building within me.
A moment later, he returned, a playful glint in his eye and a finger pressed to his lips, stifling another giggle. He was a vision of temptation and delight, and I couldn't help but smile in response to his infectious joy.
"What are you up to?" I asked, my voice low and filled with curiosity.
He sauntered back over to the bed, his movements deliberate and enticing. "Just enjoying the night," he replied, his tone light but layered with suggestion. He crawled onto the bed, his night dress sliding up slightly to reveal more of his smooth thighs.
My breath hitched at the sight, and I reached out, my hand finding his hip, pulling him closer. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" I murmured, my voice rough with desire.
Wooyoung leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Good." His breath was warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
He shifted, straddling my lap, and I could feel the heat radiating from him, his presence intoxicating. "I want to make this night unforgettable," he said, his eyes locking onto mine, a silent promise in their depths.
I gently slipped the strap of Wooyoung's night dress off his shoulder, my teeth catching my lip in anticipation. He watched me with an amused glint in his eyes, his hand casually holding a glass of whiskey. As he took a slow sip, his eyes never left mine, the knowing smile on his lips driving me wild with anticipation.
The atmosphere was charged with a mix of affection and desire, each movement deliberate, every touch sending a ripple of excitement through both of us. Wooyoung shifted on top of me, his body aligning perfectly with mine. The warmth of his skin and the softness of the satin against my own heightened every sensation, making me acutely aware of every breath, every heartbeat.
"Enjoying the view?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr as he set the glass down on the nightstand. He leaned closer, his lips hovering just above mine, teasing me with their proximity.
