Stay ||| Wooyoung/Jongho/San (Ateez)

10

Wooyoung was pulled out of the car before the door had even opened all the way.

San pulled him to an elevator and inserted a keycard to get it open. Once inside he pressed a button for the 44th floor.

The elevator started to move at the same time that San pressed Wooyoung against the wall and connected their lips again.

It made the younger's heart race and he let out a soft moan.

San started to unbutton his shirt, but stopped part way down and stepped back, biting his lip as he admired his work. He lifted his hand up and ran it over Wooyoung's bare chest. "You look so sexy like this. It suites you baby." He purred, flicking his eyes up to meet Wooyoung's. "The leopard print just adds to the entire look."

Wooyoung felt his jaw drop a little as his gut flipped.

San seemed to know the effect he was having on the younger because he leaned forward and placed an open mouthed kiss right on the center of his chest.

It earned him a gasp and he looked up with what could only be described as a smug smirk. "Are you ok, Youngie?"

Wooyoung didn't even know what to say, and thankfully he didn't have to say anything because the elevator dinged and the door slid open.

Now he understood why San needed the keycard.

He lived in the penthouse of the building. The elevator had opened up into a large foyer that was neatly decorated grey and black theme. It opened up into a kitchen with a large island. Everything looked neat and organized.

And the view... it was incredible. The city sparkled in front of them as he gazed through the all glass window.

Wooyoung felt very out of place as he looked around. He didn't belong here.

He shivered when he felt San wrap his arms around his waist. "What's the matter?" He whispered before kissing Wooyoung's neck.

"N-Nice p-place." The younger said.

San chuckled and ran his hands up Wooyoung's side. "Relax baby. This isn't even the best room."

Wooyoung gulped and he felt himself growing hard, putting pressure in his skinny jeans. He let San pull him down the hall and into an ornate bedroom that continued the grey and black theme. The large bed at the center of the room seemed to call to him, and his heart started to race.

"I said relax." The older whispered, running his hands down Wooyoung's arms, side, and finally looping one around to trace his length.

Wooyoung jolted in response and closed his eyes. It had been too long... And his last experience wasn't a proud moment for him.

His nerves started to rise a little, but he did his best to push them aside as he spun around and smashed his lips against San's.

They both groaned as it became all teeth and tongue.

A hunger rose in Wooyoung. He would fight through his nerves. He could do this.

San started pushing them closer to the bed, but stopped a few feet away as he pulled back. "I hate to get you out of these sexy clothes, but I have to see what you're hiding underneath." He started to undo the rest of Wooyoung's shirts, popping each button out with one hand. This allowed his other one to still trace the outline of Wooyoung's length.

It made the younger rotate his hips a little and he fought to keep from closing his eyes.

A hand ran down his now exposed chest and stomach, sending a chill down his spine.