Insatiable || MINWON

Mingyu

The next evening, I'd just finished setting up dinner and lighting a few candles when my apartment buzzer alerted me that my visitor had arrived.

I hit the talk button. "Yesss?"

"Your sexual favors have arrived. Can I come...up?"

Grinning at Wonwoo's cheeky request, I hit the door release button to let him in and then waited in my doorway, leaning against the frame. When he hit the top of the stairs, I saw the bottles in his hands and the overnight bag slung over his shoulder and moved in to relieve him of the load.

"Stairs, what are those?" he said, looking back at the four flights he'd trudged up.

"Sorry, no magic elevators here." Leaning in, I captured his lips in a kiss I'd been hungry for all day. He opened to me immediately, his mouth just as eager, and I moaned at the taste of him.

"Now that's a greeting." He playfully swatted my ass. "Show me your place, handsome."

It wasn't a massive condo in the sky, but it was cozy enough, especially with the low lighting and candles serving romantic ambiance.

Wonwoo dropped his bag on the floor and stepped inside, and damn he looked good in my apartment. He looked good anywhere, but this was the first time I'd had him over, and his gaze as he looked around was nothing but approving.

"Very nice, Mr. Kim," he said, a smile tugging at his lips. "Looks like you're about to have a hot date, though. Should I step out before he arrives?"

"Don't even think aboutit," I practically growled. 

It was all I could do not to tear his clothes off right there, but I wanted us to at least have a nice dinner before I spent the rest of the night enjoying him in my bed. And wherever else I could get him.

He looked good enough himself to eat in a pair of dark jeans, white collared shirt he'd left unbuttoned at the neck, and a fitted black vest. Wonwoo made everything he wore look stylish, like he'd just walked off a fashion magazine—and usually, he had.

I pointed to the couch. "Sit. Relax." Then I headed into the kitchen with the bottles of liquor he'd brought over and poured us each a glass—a vodka soda for him, a Jack and Coke for me.

He'd already kicked off his shoes when I set our drinks on the coffee table and joined him on the couch. His head was cocked to the side. "Are you listening to jazz?"

Taking a sip of my drink, I shook my head. "The guy who lives below me is obsessed with Duke Ellington, listens to him almost every night."

"Huh." Wonwoo reached for his glass. "Kinda goes with the vibe you've got going on here tonight."

"Yeah? You like this?"

"Do I like being wined and dined by the sexiest man I've ever met?" He smiled at me over his glass. "Damn right I do."

I relaxed back into the couch, stretching my arm out along the back so that my fingers brushed the soft strands of his hair. "Think you could get used to this? With me?"

Wonwoo snuggled into my side. "Already have. You aren't getting rid of me that easy."

"Good, 'cause I have a pair of handcuffs in my bedroom, and I'm not afraid to use them."

Wonwoo pushed up, flicking his eyes to the doors off my small living area, then back to me. "Oh, in that case, I've changed my mind. You might want to go get them, make sure I don't bolt before you have a chance to convince me that you're the one to wine and dine me."

"So now I have to convince you?"

"If it involves me in a pair of handcuffs and you doing dirty naked things to my body? Then yes, you definitely have to convince me."