Kissing the Demon (Seoksoo)

Seokmin

Joshua spent the entire journey to our room kissing any portion of my skin he could reach while his hands roamed over me like it had been months since we'd last touched rather than days. We must've made quite the spectacle as I tried to focus on not bumping into anyone while carrying a shirtless horny spider monkey of a demon.

Demon? I still couldn't get my head around it, but I had more pressing concerns right now, like how long it'd take to get Shua upstairs and naked.

Originally, booking a room hadn't been in the plan. It wasn't like I was tight for cash, but the ballroom hire and the string quartet had taken a massive bite out of my available funds. Once Seungkwan had gotten wind of this, he'd vanished for a few minutes before reappearing with a key card. I'd tried to turn it down, insisting it wouldn't be necessary. If it all went well, we'd head back to one of our houses.

Seungkwan had rolled his eyes and smirked. "Trust me. If things go well, you won't be making it as far as your car, let alone Southampton. Either you take this now, or Joshua will be making a booking later."

At the time, I'd been bemused, sure that Shua and I could control ourselves long enough to get home. I'd accepted the key with a promise to pay him back ASAP, but I'd still thought it was unnecessary.

Given the way Shua was purring into my ear as one hand snuck down to tweak my nipple, I needed to eat my words. And buy Seungkwan many tubs of Ben and Jerry's.

When we were in the lift, thankfully alone, Joshua wiggled out of my arms. He sauntered over to the panel next to the buttons. With a flash of movement, the compartment sprung open and Shua began twiddling.

"Um, Shua?" I asked as the lift came to a shuddering stop. "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, just hummed a happy tune under his breath as he turned his attention to the security camera in the corner. With more grace than I knew he possessed, he hoisted himself onto the handrail and stood. I yelped, moving behind him with my arms outstretched. "Shua, be careful!"

He brushed me off with a wave of his hand as he fiddled with the camera. Before I could move to catch him, he dropped gracefully to the floor and spun to face me with a look of mischief.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Now, are you going to tell me what you're doing?"

"Demon lesson number one." His hands were firm against my chest as he pushed me against the wall. "We are very impatient."

He walked his fingers down the buttons of my shirt, his heated gaze not leaving mine. "Demon lesson number two, we have very little self-restraint."

I whimpered as his hand moved to cup my junk. "Demon lesson number three, we are very good at adapting situations to suit our needs."

He unbuttoned my trousers, his deft fingers lowering my zip to free my aching erection. The movement spurred my mouth into action. "What if someone realises the lift isn't moving? Or that the camera isn't working?"

As I'd gone commando, there was nothing to prevent Joshua from firmly stroking my shaft. His other hand came up to rest on my throat. "Demon lesson number four, I will never put you in a situation where you are at risk or made to feel uncomfortable. Do you trust me?"

I nodded, unable to form cohesive words while he pulled back to sink to his knees with an indecent smirk. Circling my base with his hand, he ghosted his breath all over my cock, never fully touching it, teasing me with every exhale. I was painfully hard. Desperate for him.

"Shua," I whimpered, unable to take it much longer. "Please."

"Demon lesson number five," he whispered. "I'll do anything you ask."