Cute [Seongsang]

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This time the kiss is a bit deeper and my hands start going under his thin pullover, caressing the soft skin underneath. Against my cool hands his skin feels hot and he tries to move away from me, having goose bumps one again – but this time because of my hands.

I immediately follow his movements, what results in him losing balance and me landing on top of him. Now he lies on his back on my bed, me laying on his body, both of us lost in a passionate kiss. His hands eagerly play with my hair and mine roam his body just as eager. Our lips never part and I can't tell how much time has passed when he suddenly pulls my hair a bit stronger.

"Ow!", I whine as our lips part and look at him upset. He smiles smugly. "What did you wanna say about that photoshoot?", he asks innocently and I groan. "You didn't just pull my hair to ask me about my photoshoot, did you?", I ask very annoyed and sit back up, untangling our legs.

He sits up too, still smiling. "I did", he answers and I bitterly retort: "That question was rhetorical!"

After a few seconds of silence, I feel a small hand on my thigh, slowly working its way up, caressing my body through the fabric.

"Kang Yeosang!", I say in a suppressed voice, clenching my fists, "don't you dare tryna make me forgive you. I won't give in that easily." I only hear him giggling lightly as he ignores my warning.

"Too bad...", I hear him say, "I guess I'll have to sleep on the sofa tonight then, since my dear boyfriend doesn't want me in his bed anymore" his fingers have reached my hip and without a break continue to go up my upper body. "I guess I should smell his scent one last time before he tells me to leave, so I won't forget what being perfect smells like", he thinks out loud before moving closer and burying his nose in the crook of my neck. His hand has finally reached the collar of my dress shirt and opens one button carefully.

I don't move nor breathe when he uses both hands too free my collarbones and his lips kiss their way down to the left one, resting slightly above.

Next thing I feel is his lips suddenly sucking hard on my skin. My lips form an o as I harshly suck in air, gripping his arms tightly that until now held the collar of my dress shirt in place. He ignores me and keeps sucking, licking the forming hickey from time to time. Because he doesn't stop, I decide to turn this game around and pin him on the bed, forcing him to let go.

His innocent looking eyes are the big contrast to the quite big hickey just above my collarbone.

"You've won", I simply say, sighing lightly, "why do you have to be so cute and hot at the same time, baby?" his soft laugh is something I could listen to all the time...

After giving my boyfriend a short kiss, I sit back up again and sigh once again. "I have to go now; the stylists will be angry at me for messing my hair up... I should tell them that it's your fault", I tell him.

"I think it's absolutely your fault", Sangie states dryly, still laying on his back. "They should be happy about how I placed the hickey, because it will be hidden by your clothes!", he proudly goes on, finally sitting up to close the button again.

"But you do know that I won't wear a shirt for this shoot?", I carefully ask. His head shoots up to meet my eyes, his soft look turning into a serious one. "You won't go to this shoot", he coldly says and I can't hold back my laughter anymore. "Just joking, baby", I add laughing.

"You should've seen your face! You were so shocked!", I laugh loudly. I stand up and kiss him, before he realises and gets angry again.

"I'm gonna be back at 5, love you!", with these words I leave the room and make my way to the car. Even before I left the house my phone buzzes.

"If I see any shirtless photos of you after this, I'll sleep on the sofa this night."