Jay's lips crashed against Heeseung's, his hunger consuming every inch of space between them.
This time, the kiss was deeper, more feral, as if Jay were pouring all his pent up desire into that moment, devouring Heeseung with each press of his mouth.
Heeseung responded in kind, their tongues tangling in a heated dance, the room growing hotter with every second.
Without breaking the kiss, Jay hoisted Heeseung up in one swift, fluid motion, lifting him as though he weighed nothing.
Heeseung's legs instinctively wrapped around Jay's waist, his arms hooking around Jay's neck, keeping them locked together as Jay moved with purpose.
He crossed the room in long, determined strides, their bodies never parting as he carried Heeseung to the sleek leather sofa in the middle of the office.
Jay's muscles tensed, his grip on Heeseung firm as he lowered him onto the cushions.
Heeseung landed with a soft thud, his back sinking into the plush leather as he gazed up at Jay.
Jay loomed over him, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes dark and wild with lust.
Heeseung looked so good lying there. His legs still spread, chest rising and falling with each breath, his expression a mix of defiance and desire.
Jay couldn't tear his eyes away.
"If I could, I'd fuck you just like this.. fully clothed."
The intensity in Jay's gaze was almost predatory as he looked Heeseung up and down, the sharp clothes clinging to his form in all the right places.
Heeseung smirked, that confident, knowing look still etched on his face.
"You look so good, Heeseung."
Jay continued, his voice thick with lust as he leaned down, his hands gripping Heeseung's thighs, pushing them apart even wider.
"So fucking good, I can barely stand it."
His eyes burned with desire as he pressed closer, his body hovering over Heeseung, their breaths mingling as the tension between them reached a fever pitch.
Jay's fingers trailed over the fabric of Heeseung's clothes, lingering on every ridge, every curve, savoring the sensation of having him like this.
His lips ghosted over Heeseung's ear, his breath hot and ragged as he whispered.
"I'm going to ruin you, Heeseung. Right here, right now."
Jay moved, his hands tugging at Heeseung's belt, fingers working deftly as he unfastened the button of his pants.
His breath was ragged, his pulse racing, driven by the heat of the moment.
In one swift motion, Jay pulled Heeseung's pants down, his breath catching in his throat as he saw what lay beneath.
Red, lace panties that hugged Heeseung's hips perfectly, the delicate fabric contrasting sharply with the hardness of his body.
The sight hit Jay like a punch to the gut, a wave of disbelief and desire crashing over him all at once.
He blinked, his mind racing, struggling to process what he was seeing, but one thing was clear.
He was about to lose his mind.
The red lace clung to Heeseung's skin, accentuating every line, every curve, and it was so utterly unexpected, yet so perfectly him.
Jay's mouth went dry, his fingers trembling as he reached out, brushing over the soft material.
"God.."
Jay's voice came out hoarse, barely more than a whisper.
"You- What the hell are you trying to do to me?"
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Million dollar baby | heejay
Fanfic"What can a man do to have you, Heeseung?" "That's the thing, Jay. You can't just have me. I'm not something you can possess. But if you're asking how you can keep my attention..You'd have to give me something worth staying for." "What would that be...
