WARNING: Explicit Sexual Content, read at your own risk <3
Title: Erotic Thoughts Only
Posted: April 27, 2019
Tags: PWP, Smut, PreDebut
Ship: Kim Youngjo | Ravn x Yeo Hwanwoong
Youngjo's listening to their producer's rearrangement of 'Versace on the Floor' when Hwanwoong walks into the studio.
"Hey, you're still here," Hwanwoong quietly closes the door behind himself, dropping his bag onto the floor. He sits on the black leather couch as Youngjo twirls his chair around to face Hwanwoong.
"Same goes for you," the older says.
"Well, I'm still working on the choreo, so..." Hwanwoong trails off, shrugging. "What about you? Mr. Park already has the song rearranged."
"He allowed me to tweak it to fit our styles better," Youngjo explains. Hwanwoong nods with an "oh," lying down on the leather couch. "How's the choreo going? Is it erotic?"
"Depends on how erotic you're thinking," Hwanwoong raises an eyebrow. Youngjo chuckles.
"Eh, pretty erotic, I guess."
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but it's not going to be super erotic," Hwanwoong says.
"Why not?" Youngjo asks, slightly pouting.
"What? Do you want us to go full erotic with it?" The dancer sarcastically suggests.
"Why not?" Youngjo gladly offers. Hwanwoong smacks the older knee.
"It's like you want our performance to be cut out," Hwanwoong hisses at the rapper, who simply laughs. Rolling his eyes, he continues. "Either way, I didn't want the twins to be too erotic—they're still kids!"
"C'mon, they're eighteen, they'll be fine," Youngjo dismisses with a wave of his hand.
"But Dongju's a baby," Hwanwoong pouts like a mother who doesn't want her son to grow up.
"True," Youngjo admits. He can't beat Hwanwoong there, Dongju truly is a baby.
"Regardless, it's the thought that counts," Hwanwoong points out.
"And erotic thoughts only, right?" Youngjo winks.
"Erotic thoughts only," Hwanwoong snickers.
Their laughter lasts for a good moment before it dies down into soft chuckles mingling with the light air around them. Youngjo sits up straight with a smirk, elbow resting on the armrest as he places his chin on top of his fist.
"So, what are you thinking right now?" Youngjo raises an eyebrow at the dancer.
The mood shifts immediately. Hwanwoong sits up, one arm supporting him on the couch as he leans back. His expression matches Youngjo's smirk and raised eyebrow except his gaze is more sultry and seductive. He stands up from the couch and walks to the front of Youngjo's chair, their knees touching as they keep their gazes on each other. Hwanwoong's legs climb onto Youngjo's chair, straddling the latter's thighs and hands resting on his shoulders. Youngjo's hands instinctively rest on Hwanwoong's hips.
"I think you already know," Hwanwoong quietly says. Their faces are close, breaths becoming one. Youngjo hums before shaking his head.
"No, I don't know. Care to explain?" Youngjo grins devilishly at Hwanwoong's pouty blush that contrast with his determined eyes. Hwanwoong shifts on Youngjo's lap, ass brushing over the older's crotch, and the amount of control in that action is undeniably on purpose. Youngjo groans, dull nails digging into the thin fabric of Hwanwoong's shorts.
