✓ sweater weather | heehoon

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warning: this is a smut chapter. please do not read if under 18!

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"Do you like teasing me, hm?" Heeseung asks, his voice coming out in a bit of a sultry tone that sends goosebumps down Sunghoon's body.

They were back at Sunghoon's house, in his room.

The car ride back wasn't filled with much talking, it was a bit awkward, to say the least.

Sunghoon didn't miss the way Heeseung locked the door.

"First, you say things to me that shouldn't be said to a friend."

He gulps when Heeseung walks closer to him.

"Then, you touch me in places that you shouldn't touch."

He places his hand on Sunghoon's shoulder, dragging his hand down to caress his arm softly, his touch lingering before pulling away.

"Now, you make us watch a movie that would make me feel a certain way." He pauses to look Sunghoon up and down before continuing. Sunghoon felt anxious under his gaze, as if he was being judged. "This was all on purpose, wasn't it?"

Heeseung then pushes him to sit on the bed.

Sunghoon's heart skips a beat, his life flashing before his eyes when Heeseung mounts himself on top of him, his thighs on either side of Sunghoon.

He sighs shakily as his hands explore Sunghoon's body, trailing from his chest, to his shoulders, to his back.

He bites his lip so hard, as if he has been wanting to touch Sunghoon like this for ages.

Sunghoon felt like he couldn't breathe, they were awfully close, and he couldn't help but to stare at Heeseung's perfect neck, wondering how the skin there would feel under his touch.

He couldn't lie, he really wanted to bite it or something.

"Do you really mean all the things you say to me? Do you really want me like that?" he says so quietly Sunghoon almost didn't catch it, his hands now trailing down Sunghoon's arms that he loved so goddamn much.

"Heeseung, of course I do, I-"

He cuts himself off by a loud moan when Heeseung suddenly moves his hips, the friction feeling too good for him to just abruptly stop like he did.

"H-hey, what are you doing? My mom is home!" Sunghoon whispers, his eyes widening with the thought of getting caught doing something like that.

But Heeseung on the other hand, licks his lips at the thought of having to be silent.

"Then I guess you'll just have to be quiet. Since you want me so bad," he mumbles, his tone of voice clearly holding some form of annoyance.

He moves his hips again, but this time, he didn't stop.

He was grinding on Sunghoon, and Sunghoon really felt like he was going to faint soon from how flushed in the face he was.

His hands automatically found their way to Heeseung's waist, and he tried to slow him down so that he could breathe, because he felt like he was more out of breath than he should be.

"Heeseung, wait, please," he lets out, his voice barely above a whisper, but Heeseung still caught it, and it was as loud as ever to his ears.

"Look who is begging now."

Sunghoon shuts his eyes tightly, the friction starting to feel awfully good.

His pants were a bit too tight by now, and if the way his hands were now practically clenching Heeseung's waist causing his skin to get red there wasn't a sign, then he didn't know what was.