✓ sweater weather | heehoon

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

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for those reading (of age): please listen to cigarettes after sex while reading this 😩 i dare you 😘

Heeseung's breath hitches in his throat when Sunghoon suddenly stands up, making his way behind him.

He feels his back hit Sunghoon's chest, and if the way he was so red right now wasn't enough to say how much he wanted this, then he didn't know what did.

The warmth his chest provided had his heart fluttering, wanting nothing more than to just stay in Sunghoon's hold forever.

Sunghoon pulls him by his arms so that he could be closer to him, almost too close, but that's exactly what Heeseung wanted.

His hands run up and down Heeseung's arms ever so slowly and he couldn't help but squirm at the thought of what Sunghoon would do next.

The way his hands moved was so elegant, yet possessed a hint of desire, teasing Heeseung effortlessly.

"You were acting all bold earlier," Sunghoon whispers in his ear, so close that he could feel his lips slightly grazing his ear. "Just wait and see what I'll do to you. How you'll act then."

Heeseung moans when Sunghoon pushes him on the bed harshly, the softness of the bed squeezing his chest perfectly, as if he was meant to be thrown on beds, specifically by none other than Sunghoon.

When he feels Sunghoon's lips on his neck, he loses it.

He licks his neck, starting slow, causing Heeseung to shudder at the feeling of Sunghoon's tongue across his skin.

Heeseung had enough of his teasing, pushing himself back onto Sunghoon for any kind of friction that he so desperately craved.

"Mmm," Sunghoon lets out in his ear, and it made Heeseung really badly want to hear him make more noises like that.

The feeling of Sunghoon's erection on him made him feel even more impatient, so he moves his hips a bit.

He expected him to finally do something, anything, but all he did was lift Heeseung's sweater up to his neck, his back now on display for Sunghoon to see.

"You're so perfect," Sunghoon says lowly, so breathless and needy. "Anytime you're near me, my hands itch to touch you."

Heeseung bites back a moan at the words that escape Sunghoon's lips, completely unable to keep himself from blushing furiously.

"Why are you holding back then?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Shouldn't I be getting fucked by now?"

Sunghoon gulps, Heeseung's words spilling so perfectly out of his mouth, itching just the right spots in his ears.

"I just want to take my time," he explains genuinely, and Heeseung almost feels bad for how patient Sunghoon had been.

But he chuckles, the sound sending shivers down Sunghoon's spine.

"Is that so? Your little cock down there says otherwise," he mentions, wiggling his ass a bit so that Sunghoon's eyes follow the movement, clearly noticing the wet patch stain on Heeseung's pants that his precum has caused.

Sunghoon's face gets red, embarrassed by how wet he was, just from some grinding and a bit of sucking.

Ignoring his comment, he leans in, holding Heeseung's sweater up to his neck to keep it from falling, trailing down his back with soft little kisses that make Heeseung's stomach feel all fuzzy.