(Only slight smut in this one, Will have a part two for smut)
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"Want to get out of here?" Minho suggested, leaning in closer, his breath warm against Seungmin's ear. Without any hesitation, he nodded.
They slipped away from the party, navigating the dimly lit hallways until they found an empty room, the door barely closing behind them before Minho pressed Seungmin against the wall. The sudden contact sent a jolt of electricity through Seungmin, his heart racing as Minho's lips crashed against his.
Seungmin's hands tangled in Minho's hair, pulling him closer as he melted into the kiss, their bodies fitting together perfectly.
(Pushing me further, pulling me closer Some sorta chemistry)
Hands began to wander, exploring skin and muscle as clothing was hastily shed. Seungmin felt the cool air against his bare skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from Minho.
"God, you're stunning," Minho breathed, his eyes roaming over Seungmin's body as if he were the most precious thing in the world. Seungmin felt a rush of warmth, knowing that Minho wanted him as much as he wanted Minho.
"Stop staring and touch me," Seungmin teased, a playful smile breaking through his nervousness.
"Please," Seungmin murmured, the word slipping past his lips unbidden, filled with need.
minho's breath hitched at the sound, and he paused for a moment, eyes searching Seungmin's for any hint of hesitation. "You sure you want this?" he asked, his voice low.
"More than anything," Seungmin replied, his heart pounding in his chest.
🎀
"Mm, fuck-you're such a good pup," Minho groaned, thrusting deep into Seungmin, who was reduced to a moaning mess beneath him.
"So fucking good," Seungmin gasped, arching his back as Minho leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Their mouths moved together in a frantic rhythm, tongues dancing as if they were both trying to devour the other.
The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, each sound echoing against the walls.
"Look at you, taking me so well," Minho murmured against Seungmin's lips.
Seungmin could barely form a coherent thought, each thrust sending him spiraling deeper into pleasure. "Y-Yes," he panted, his nails digging into Minho's back as he pulled him closer. "Please... don't stop."
