[completed ] Choi San was too busy breaking everyone else's heart, to keep an eye on his own. And when a player gets played, things get messy...
And possibly deadly.
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「late night call you in the late night trade love for one night two pills and a red wine 」
♫ lykke li; sex money feelings die
✩ s a n ✩ mature
"Is my perception of time different to yours?" San scoffed, as his awaited guest finally showed up on his doorstep.
The grey eyes in front of him, gave a look of exasperation - the emotion vastly emphasized by the dark smokey makeup that framed the oceans of grey. Yeosang let a small sigh out, from between his baby pink lips, while a shrug was about to fall from his shoulders - but he immediately stopped himself when San's eyes caught a hold of his.
"No. I'm sorry. Wooyoung just-... Never mind."
"Oh, trouble in paradise?" The mocking chuckle that came with San's words, made Yeosang squint his eyes in a disapproving glare, but he stayed silent, for now.
With a smirk spreading on his face, San pulled Yeosang closer, letting his fingers stroke over the fluffy and soft outer of the coat that hung over the lean shoulders. Yeosang ran his fingertips down San's neck, and down over the torso where he started to play with the buttons of the white shirt.
The fluffy coat was left on the floor in the hallway, as they made their way further into the apartment. Only seconds later, their lips were connected in a forceful kiss. San deliberately ignored the faint resistance he met from the younger, but the second their tongues met, Yeosang seemed to melt in his arms.
The strong scent of cologne that hung around him, didn't quite cover up the fact that Yeosang was indeed high, but San didn't care - he had already learned by now that it meant the younger would be much more willing in bed.
"I need you to do me a favor," San mumbled, his lips traveling down Yeosang's neck, kissing and biting the soft skin, while his hands started to feel the body, he had come to enjoy using lately.
"I already held my end of the deal..." Yeosang quietly mumbled back, wrapping his arms around San's neck to dive his fingers into the dark hair.
"This is a new deal."
Their lips met each other again, and this time Yeosang willingly let San's tongue into his mouth. Small moans escaped every time their lips parted just slightly, and San was bathing in the rush of power that streamed through him. It was just what he needed after his stressful week at work, with Seonghwa's smug face watching his every move. But San had a new plan, and he would make sure that he would be the last man standing, when the battle had ended.
But before all that could happen, he still had some primal needs he had to get fulfilled. He led Yeosang to the bedroom, and sat down on the edge of the bed, while the younger was standing in front of him - each piece of his clothes so seductively sliding off his body, and onto the floor. San licked his lip, before biting into it, enjoying how the divine body was being revealed before his eyes.
