The Empire (Underworld 3) MW

30: Mingyu Over Pasta?

Smut ahead!

"I never knew you speak Italian, Pup?" Wonwoo asked as he watched Mingyu cook, his eyes full of mischief.

Mingyu looked up from the pasta he was cooking, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Amore. I spent a few summers in Italy when I was younger. My family has some roots here, so a lot of my relatives speak Italian. Plus, it's a beautiful language, don't you think?"

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You never mentioned that before. What else are you hiding?"

Mingyu chuckled, stirring the sauce. "I guess you'll just have to stick around and find out."

Wonwoo moved closer, leaning against the counter. "I plan to. Besides, I might need you to translate for me. My Italian is pretty rusty."

Mingyu looked over his shoulder, his eyes warm. "We'll make it work. And I'll teach you. It's just one more thing we can share together."

Wonwoo smiled, feeling a sense of peace settle over him. Despite the dangers they faced, being with Mingyu in this place felt right. "I'd like that. Maybe you can start by telling me what you're cooking." His hands wrapped around Mingyu's neck, lips almost touching Mingyu's.

Mingyu laughed, his eyes sparkling. "Pasta alla Norma. It's a Sicilian dish, fitting for our new beginning here. And trust me, you're going to love it."

Wonwoo bit his lips, his eyes glinting with hidden desire. "Well you're a better meal though," he purred.

"Then why don't you try having me?" Mingyu's question sounded more like a challenge, his voice deep and raspy. Wonwoo could feel his cock twitch a bit. His breath hitched at Mingyu's words, his heart racing. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Mingyu's ear as he whispered, "Maybe I will."

Mingyu turned off the stove, the aroma of the pasta mingling with the electric tension between them. He turned around to face Wonwoo, his hands finding their way to Wonwoo's waist. "What are you waiting for, then?"

Wonwoo's eyes darkened with desire, his hands moving to cup Mingyu's face. "You always know how to drive me crazy," he murmured before capturing Mingyu's lips in a heated kiss.

Their bodies pressed together, the kiss growing more intense with each passing second. Mingyu's hands roamed over Wonwoo's back, pulling him closer, as if trying to merge their bodies into one. Wonwoo's fingers tangled in Mingyu's hair, deepening the kiss, their tongues dancing in a passionate rhythm.

Mingyu broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Wonwoo's. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Wonwoo nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. They moved together, hands never leaving each other, as they made their way to the bedroom. The dim light cast shadows across the room, creating an intimate atmosphere.

As they reached the bed, Mingyu gently pushed Wonwoo onto it, climbing on top of him. "You have no idea how much I've missed this," he said, his voice husky.

Wonwoo looked up at him, his eyes filled with longing. "Show me," he replied, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Show me how much you've craved for me, show me how desperate you are, Pup."

Mingyu leaned down, capturing Wonwoo's lips once more. His hands roamed over Wonwoo's body, caressing and exploring, each touch igniting a fire within them. Wonwoo's hands moved to Mingyu's shirt, tugging it off with urgency. Mingyu's bare chest glistened in the soft light, his muscles taut and inviting. Mingyu had the sexiest body a man could only dream of, and the thought that others had ever had the chance to lay under this glorious man made Wonwoo burn with a possessive jealousy. Only he should have the right to leave bite and bruise marks on Mingyu's golden skin, only his husband.