SANG'S POV
"Well hello," I chuckled, stepping onto the elevator, after a long work out. I smirked, slowly approaching Taeho, who was leaning against the elevator wall, on his phone.
"Oh, hi," Taeho mumbled, putting his phone in his pocket. I flipped the emergency switch, and the elevator came to a stop. Taeho watched me, his eyes glowing with lust, as I unbuckled my jeans.
"Do you want me babyboy?" I hummed, trailing my hand across my crotch.
"Yes, he said softly, stepping closer to me.
"I didn't hear you," I said, squeezing myself and moaning, while holding eye contact with him.
"I want you," Taeho said louder, and I could tell that he was becoming needy. I smirked, and slipped my hands under my waist line, pulling my pants down.
"Come here,I said. He stepped directly in front of me and I reached out, undoing his pants and pulling them all the way down to his ankles, like mine.
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It Started In The Elevator
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