Shadows of Obsession

Chapter 6: Surrender to Desire

The tension in the room had shifted again. Seojun stood there, his eyes fixed on Suho, who was still bound and smiling at him with a dark, knowing look. The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on Seojun, but instead of fear or guilt, he felt something else rising to the surface—desire. A desire that he had kept bottled up for so long, one that now felt impossible to resist.

Suho was still smiling, his lips curling in that way that drove Seojun wild. There was no fear in his eyes, no anger, only expectation. Suho knew exactly what he had done, how he had pushed Seojun to this point. And now he was waiting—waiting for Seojun to take the next step.

Seojun's breath quickened, his pulse racing as he took a slow step toward the bed. Suho's eyes followed his every movement, his gaze filled with anticipation. For a brief moment, Seojun hesitated, the reality of the situation flashing before him—Suho, bound and completely at his mercy. But that hesitation melted away when he saw the way Suho's body shifted, as if inviting him closer.

"I can't believe you wanted this," Seojun whispered, his voice thick with emotion, but laced with hunger.

Suho's smile widened, his eyes darkening with desire. "You wanted it too," he replied softly, his voice smooth and seductive. "You've wanted it for a long time."

Seojun's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't deny it. The longing he had felt for Suho, the constant pull toward him, had consumed him for months. But it wasn't just about the obsession. It wasn't just about having Suho close. It was about wanting him—truly wanting him.

And now, Suho was here, tied up and looking at him with eyes that dared him to take what he wanted.

Seojun moved closer, his knees pressing into the bed as he knelt beside Suho. He reached out, his fingers grazing Suho's cheek, his touch gentle but filled with intent. Suho leaned into the touch, his eyes half-lidded as he watched Seojun with a look of satisfaction and hunger.

"Tell me you want this," Seojun murmured, his voice low and rough with need. "Tell me you want me."

Suho's lips parted, his breath warm against Seojun's skin as he whispered, "I've always wanted you, Seojun. More than you could ever know."

That was all Seojun needed to hear.

With a sudden surge of boldness, Seojun leaned down, his lips crashing against Suho's in a kiss that was both desperate and hungry. Suho responded immediately, his body arching into Seojun's despite the ropes binding him, his lips moving with equal fervor. The kiss was intense, filled with the months of unspoken longing, of tension that had built up between them, finally unleashed.

Seojun's hands roamed over Suho's body, feeling the heat beneath his skin, the way his muscles tensed with desire. Suho's breathing became shallow, his chest rising and falling quickly as Seojun's touch became bolder, more demanding. There was no hesitation now, no second-guessing. Seojun knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew that Suho wanted it too.

Suho moaned softly against Seojun's lips, his body straining against the ropes as if wanting to reach out and pull Seojun closer, but unable to. The restraint seemed to excite him even more, a subtle thrill running through his veins as he surrendered completely to Seojun's control.

"You're mine," Seojun growled against Suho's lips, his voice thick with possessiveness. "No one else can have you."

Suho's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Seojun's, full of dark amusement. "I've always been yours," he whispered, his voice breathless but teasing. "I was just waiting for you to take me."

That admission, that confirmation that Suho had always belonged to him, sent a rush of heat through Seojun's body. He leaned down again, pressing kisses along Suho's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving marks as if to claim him fully. Suho's moans grew louder, his body trembling beneath Seojun's touch, completely at his mercy.

Seojun's hands traveled lower, feeling the way Suho's body responded to him, the way every touch, every kiss made Suho shiver with pleasure. It was intoxicating, the power he held over Suho, but more than that, it was the way Suho seemed to revel in it, as if this was exactly what he had wanted all along.

"Seojun..." Suho's voice was a breathy whisper, filled with need.

Seojun pulled back for a moment, his eyes locking with Suho's, searching for any sign of hesitation. But there was none. Suho's eyes were filled with nothing but desire, his lips parted, his body practically begging for more.

"Are you sure?" Seojun asked, his voice softer now, a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze.

Suho smiled up at him, his expression softer than before, filled with something deeper. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Seojun's heart swelled at those words, and any lingering doubts he had disappeared. He leaned down again, capturing Suho's lips in another deep, passionate kiss, his hands moving with purpose now, exploring every inch of Suho's body.

The night was filled with whispered promises, with gasps and moans, with the sound of two people finally giving in to the desire that had been building between them for so long.

Seojun had claimed Suho, but it wasn't just about possession anymore. It was about the connection between them, the raw, undeniable need they had for each other. And as the night wore on, both of them knew that nothing would ever be the same.

Suho had wanted this, had craved Seojun's attention, his obsession, and now that he had it, he wasn't about to let go. He was glad, more than glad, that Seojun had taken this step. It had been what he wanted all along—to push Seojun to the edge, to make him act on the feelings they both shared but never voiced.

As they lay together in the aftermath, Suho still bound, his body pressed close to Seojun's, there was no need for words. The silence between them was comfortable, filled with the understanding that they had both finally gotten what they wanted.

Seojun's hand rested possessively on Suho's waist, his fingers tracing soft circles on his skin. "You're not going anywhere," he murmured, his voice soft but firm.

Suho smiled, his eyes drifting closed as he rested his head on Seojun's chest. "I never planned on leaving."

And for the first time, Seojun believed him.