𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 ||The Devil Judge

𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈

Yohan punched the steering wheel as his lips let out a deep exhale. He sighed and pressed his head against the car's seat, tilting his head and looking at Gaon-a, who was getting himself an ice cream from the street's stall. Yohan bit his lower lip to calm his nerves and the buzzing sensation surging inside his body. Yohan was glad that he was able to stop their temptation before it could turn into a very dangerous one, it was all thanks to the waiter who came out through the back door of the club in the middle of tossing the trash, Yohan was sure if that person was a bit late, he might have given into his desires, what was more difficult for him, was to keep Gaon-a under control from not biting out each part of his skin. Luckily they didn't go all the way, because Yohan shoved him away before Gaon-a could have pushed the point to make him cum. He can't allow Gaon-a to give in pleasure, He couldn't risk Gaon to be back, Not yet, and he was not even in the right mind to face him either. It was a mess, all of it.

A light knock on the car's window made Yohan's thought bubble to burst, Gaon-a smirked at him when Yohan rolled down the window.

"You are sure you don't want an ice cream." He asked, letting his tongue give it a soft knowing lick on purpose while keeping his eye contact with Yohan, who quickly broke his gaze away, the light heat rushed through his spine as the moments from earlier flashed inside his mind.

"No. We are already running late, Elijah is waiting for us to come home.." Yohan spoke as he turned his wrist to look at his watch, it was almost past 9 pm. Usually, he returns home by that time.

Gaon-a rolled his eyes as light rain softly poured on him, soaking him wet, He walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and settled himself on the seat like some sort of diva queen.

"Unfair, I am going to pout, Hyung~ First you didn't dance with me, stopped me from banging a guy, and even stopped me from sucking you off. Ugh, Now you don't even want to share an ice cream with me. " He paused, turning his face to Yohan, nibbling on the ice cream cone. "You don't love me, do you? All you care about that Kim Gaon.." It was Yohan's turn to look at him, he raised his brow at Gaon-a who was in the middle of throwing a tantrum like a kid

"It's not about who I love or care more about, You both are the same person," Yohan stated as his hand left the steering wheel,

"We are not the same! , don't play me Hyung. I can tell you favor him more otherwise you wouldn't have kissed him earlier this morning in the elevator" Gaon-a sudden statement threw Yohan out of his composure state. He stared at him as Gaon-a's lips formed a smile.

"Why?" He started, softly tilting his head on the seat as his eyes shine with a glimmer of mischievousness. " You thought I wouldn't figure it out?" He raised his hand and placed his index finger on his own forehead.

"I was here, I can feel and sense things when his emotions are strong, I am disappointed Hyung~ "Gaon-a softly clicked his tongue "You can kiss him, but not me, didn't you say we are the same person? " He took a final bite of the ice cream but barely got time to swallow it down that Yohan's sudden grip on his leather jacket worked like gravity, pulling him close into a crashing wild kiss.

Gaon-a moaned when Yohan's tongue infiltrate his mouth, mapping all the corners to taste and feel him more, his tongue aggressively entwine with the younger male's, without hesitation, Yohan passionately sucked and swallowed their saliva which had a sweet taste of vanilla ice cream. Gaon-a warped his arms around Yohan's neck, before pushing his knee on the seat and allowing himself to slip onto Yohan's lap, deepening the kiss in return while his fingers playfully tangled in his hair.

Yohan broke the kiss as his lips trailed the wet kisses down to Gaon-a's lightly wet neck, marking it with light bruised kisses, he loved the sensation of how the younger male quickly melted in his embrace. When his eyes met with Gaon-a, he could help but to kiss him again, this time a bit slow with pure genuine affection.