Warning: smut ahead
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San's eyes darken as he stands there, his bare chest illuminated by the soft hallway light. Wooyoung smirks beside him, the playful glint in his gaze unmistakable. My heart hammers in my chest, the weight of Yunho's closeness still lingering on my skin, and now, with San and Wooyoung waiting for me, the tension in the air becomes almost suffocating.
I step out of the elevator slowly, feeling Yunho's presence right behind me, his eyes still lingering on my every move. As I approach the two waiting for me, San's lips curl into a knowing smile. He steps forward, his hand reaching out to brush my arm softly, sending a shiver up my spine.
"Have fun tonight?" he asks, his voice smooth, the tease clear in his tone.
I nod, swallowing hard. "Yeah... something like that."
Wooyoung steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine. His hand slides up my back gently, fingers trailing across my skin. "You're looking a little flushed," he murmurs, his lips curling into that signature smirk of his. "Must've been some night."
The way they're both looking at me–hungry, intense–makes it impossible to focus. I feel Yunho's eyes burning into my back, but I can't tear myself away from the two in front of me.
San steps in even closer, his body barely an inch from mine. His fingers trace the line of my jaw, tilting my chin up so our eyes meet. "You look like you're still hungry for more," he whispers, his breath warm against my lips.
The air between us feels electric, crackling with anticipation. Wooyoung's hand moves to the small of my back, pulling me gently against him, and I feel San's grip tighten just enough to make me gasp softly. The heat in the hallway is palpable, thick with everything we're not saying, but the looks we're exchanging say it all.
Yunho, still standing behind me, lets out a low chuckle. "Looks like you've got your hands full," he says, his voice low and teasing.
San and Wooyoung share a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. San leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "You're coming with us, baby," he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.
"We're not done with you yet."
Before I can respond, Wooyoung's lips press against the side of my neck, kissing a trail up to my jawline. His hands grip my waist, pulling me tighter against his body, and my mind spins from the sensation of it all–San in front of me, Wooyoung behind, and the overwhelming heat building between us.
Yunho, watching all of this, simply shakes his head with a knowing grin. "Better get her inside before someone else catches this show," he teases, stepping past us to hang his jacket on the rack.
San chuckles, his lips dangerously close to mine now. "Guess we'll have to find somewhere more closed then." His voice is low, gravelly, filled with intent.
Wooyoung pulls me tighter, and together, they guide me into one of their bedrooms, the air thick with promise. As the door closes behind us, the tension that's been simmering all night threatens to explode.
My eyes try to get used to the dimmed lighting, but then Wooyoung flips a contact on the wall, turning on some red lights in the whole room.
To my right I see a wall full of floggers, whips, rope, handcuffs and so much more.
Haha, I'm in danger.
In the middle of the room, right in front of me, a large bed with a steel frame is placed. I look over at the two guys and they're standing up against the wall once again, eyeing me, trying to tell if I'm ready for this or not.
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