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the air in yeosang's bedroom was thick with the sterile scent of high-end electronics and the faint and sweet aroma of an expensive vanilla candle he burned to mask his own restlessness. three monitors dominated the mahogany desk, their glow the only source of light. on the central screen, a complex architecture of a systems development project sat half-finished, lines of code resembling a cage. on the right, a private browser tab held a paused frame of a hentai, something dark, something involving power play that made yeosang's heart beat a rhythm of shame and hunger.
yeosang was a walking contradiction. at twenty, he was the "ice prince" of the university's engineering wing. he was slender, with skin like porcelain and a face so angelic it felt unreal. he dressed in oversized sweaters that swallowed him whole and kept his interactions polite and short. it was a good performance. he'd been giving it for years.
what nobody knew (what nobody could know) was that inside the careful architecture of his life, yeosang was a mess of wants he didn't have the vocabulary to explain out loud. not to anyone.
he shifted in his chair, reaching for the desk drawer, when his phone lit up.
wooyoung: i'm five minutes away. if you're not dressed, i'm breaking the window
yeosang groaned, his head hitting the back of his chair.
yeosang: i told you. i have a deadline. go away.
wooyoung: i know your "deadlines" sangie. they usually involve internet and a bottle of lube. you're twenty. you have the face of a god and the social life of a basement-dwelling lichen. if you don't come out, i'm telling everyone at the uni that you own a life-sized statue of a succubus.
yeosang's blood ran cold.
yeosang: you wouldn't.
wooyoung: try me. also, if you come, i'll buy you that limited edition griffith figure. the one that costs a month's rent.
yeosang stared at the empty space on his shelf, right between a vintage gaming console and a suggestive figure of a dark elf. the bribe was surgical in its precision. with a hiss of annoyance, yeosang stood up. he caught his reflection in the darkened monitor. he looked frustrated, his blonde hair a halo of mess and his glasses slipping down his nose.
he dressed out of spite. a plaid shirt buttoned all the way to the collar, and baggy jeans that did little to hide the sway of his hips. he looked like the perfect nerd. a safe, quiet boy. only he knew the truth of what was hidden in his drawers.
a loud honk echoed from the driveway, cutting through the silence of the house. yeosang didn't need to look out the window to know wooyoung's car was idling outside, its headlights likely washing over the minimalist facade of the building. he grabbed his keys, took one last glance at his darkened monitors and stepped out into the cool night air.
wooyoung was leaning against the driver's side door, his outfit a sharp contrast to yeosang's modest plaid. he wore a leather and sheer fabric that screamed for attention, his eyes narrowing as yeosang approached. "finally! i thought you'd died in there or, worse, decided to start another raid on your favorite game." wooyoung teased, shoving yeosang playfully toward the passenger seat. he paused, his eyes scanning yeosang's outfit with a smirk. "a plaid shirt, sangie? really? you look like you're going to a study group, not a club. but," he added, his voice dropping as he started the engine, "the glasses actually make you look kind of... dangerous. in a quiet way. let's see if we can get you into some trouble tonight."
the car roared to life, and as they sped away from the quiet neighborhood toward the neon glow of the city center, yeosang felt a knot of anticipation tighten in his stomach. he wasn't built for the world wooyoung lived in, but as the suburban lights faded into the distance, a part of him — the hidden, perverted part — was secretly curious about what the night had in store.
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the club, named Selfish Waltz, was a sensory nightmare. the bass vibrated in the marrow of yeosang's bones. the air was a cocktail of expensive cologne, ozone from the fog machines, and the desperate pheromones of several hundred people looking for a connection.
"there he is! the legend himself!" wooyoung cheered, his voice cutting through the house music as he dragged yeosang toward a corner booth.
yeosang tucked his chin into his collar, his eyes darting through the VIP area. "i thought it was just us, woo. i'm leaving."
"oh, stop being a drama queen. meet the guys!" wooyoung said, pushing him into the velvet seat. there were three of them. san, with a sharp, cat-like grin; seonghwa, who looked like a high-fashion model carved from marble; and then there was the man sitting directly across from yeosang: jeong yunho.
yunho was tall. distractingly so. he was an arts major, a dancer, someone whose body was a finely tuned instrument of grace and power. he had a reputation for being the "golden boy" of the department, he was kind, extrovert, always the first to help. but as yeosang sat down, the "golden boy" didn't look kind. yunho's eyes, dark and incredibly focused, scanned yeosang. it wasn't a friendly glance, it was the way a collector looks at a rare artifact. his gaze lingered on yeosang's lips, then dropped to the way his plaid shirt strained slightly over his chest, before settling on the glasses perched on his nose.
"so this is the famous best friend." yunho said. his voice was a rich baritone, cutting through the heavy bass of the club like a blade. "i was starting to think you were an urban legend, yeosang."
"i prefer being an urban legend to being a regular here." yeosang muttered, reaching for the nearest glass of amber liquid. he didn't even ask what it was; he just needed the liquid courage to survive the way yunho was looking at him.
"he's a shy one." san laughed, leaning over to nudge yeosang. "wooyoungie says you spend all your time coding."
"and other things." yunho added softly, his eyes never leaving yeosang's.
yeosang nearly choked on his drink. did yunho know? no, that was impossible. but the way yunho tilted his head, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips, suggested a level of perception that was bordering on the supernatural.
as the night progressed, the alcohol began to work its magic. yeosang, who rarely drank, felt the sharp edges of his anxiety begin to blur. the music became less of an assault and more of a rhythm. he found himself laughing at wooyoung's ridiculous stories, his face flushed a deep, pretty pink. every time he looked up, yunho was there. yunho didn't dance. he didn't talk much to the others. he sat with stillness, his long legs stretched out under the table. occasionally, his foot would "accidentally" brush against yeosang's, a spark of contact that made his hidden perversion flare up like a signal fire.
"you're very quiet, yeosang," yunho said, sliding closer as the others got up to head to the dance floor. "but you're not bored. you've been watching everything."
yeosang swallowed hard, the alcohol making him bold — or perhaps just stupid. "maybe i just don't like being stared at."
"or maybe," yunho whispered, leaning in until yeosang could smell the faint scent of mint and something dark on his breath, "you like it a little too much. you have the eyes of someone who spends a lot of time watching things they shouldn't."
yeosang's breath hitched. he wanted to run, but at the same time he wanted to crawl into yunho's lap. the conflict was agonizing.
the exit of the club was a chaotic mess. wooyoung was draped over san's shoulder, giggling about something nonsensical. seonghwa looked exhausted, holding wooyoung's keys like a burden.
"i'll take him home in his car," seonghwa sighed. "san, help me get him into the back seat."
"what about yeosang?" san asked, squinting through his own buzz.
"i've got him." the finality in yunho's voice left no room for argument. "i'm sober. i'll drive him home."
the walk to the parking lot was a struggle. yeosang's legs felt like jelly, the world tilting at a forty-five-degree angle. yunho's hand was firm on the small of his back, guiding him with a possessive strength that made yeosang's skin tingle. yunho's car was like him — sleek, expensive, and intimidating. once inside, the silence was deafening after the roar of the club.
"address?" yunho asked, his hands gripping the steering wheel.
yeosang mumbled the street name, his head lolling back against the leather headrest. "i... i can take a taxi..."
"no." yunho said simply. he reached into the back seat and handed yeosang a bottle of water. "drink. you're making a fool of yourself, yeosang."
the drive was a blur of neon lights and the hum of the engine. yeosang felt the alcohol peak, his inhibitions completely gone. he watched yunho's profile, the sharp jawline, the way his throat moved when he swallowed. he looked like a hunter. when they pulled to yeosang's house, the silence grew heavy.
"nice place," yunho remarked, his eyes scanning the modern architecture. "a bit lonely for one person."
"my parents... they like distance." yeosang whispered, his voice cracking.
yunho got out and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door before yeosang could even reach for the handle. he hauled yeosang out, nearly carrying him to the front door.
"keys."
yeosang fumbled with his pockets, his fingers clumsy. he felt yunho's hand slip into his pocket, his knuckles grazing the sensitive skin of yeosang's hip. yeosang let out a soft, sharp gasp, his knees buckling. yunho caught him, pulling him flush against his chest.
"careful," yunho murmured, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low register. "i haven't even gotten you inside yet."
the door clicked open. the house was cold and dark, smelling of that vanilla candle. yunho led him into the living room, intending to drop him on the sofa, but as he tried to pull away, yeosang's hands moved on their own. he gripped yunho's forearms, his fingers digging into the defined muscle.
"don't... don't go yet." yeosang slurred, his eyes clouded with a mix of intoxication and a much deeper, darker need. he buried his face in yunho's chest, inhaling the scent of him.
yunho froze. he grabbed yeosang's jaw, forcing him to look up, his thumb bruising the soft skin of his cheek. in the shadows of the living room, the "golden boy's" eyes had turned into something ink-black and hollow. he didn't wait for permission, slamming his mouth against yeosang's in a kiss that just like an invasion. it was rough, desperate, and tasted of the tequila still burning in yeosang's throat. yeosang let out a muffled whimper, his body sinking into the soft cushions of the sofa as yunho leaned over him, using the sheer weight of his hard frame to pin him down. the kiss was messy, teeth clashing and tongues tangling with a frantic edge that made yeosang's head spin faster than the alcohol ever could.
"you've been waiting this all night, haven't you?" yunho growled against his lips, his voice a jagged rasp. he pulled back just an inch, staring at yeosang's blown-out pupils and trembling mouth while looming over him on the couch. "watching me from across the booth, acting like you were too shy to breathe. you're a little liar, yeosang."
yeosang could only gasp, his hands clutching desperately at the front of yunho's shirt, pulling him back in. the friction of yunho's lean body against his own was overwhelming. "bedroom..." yeosang managed to breathe out, the word feeling like a confession. "in the back... please."
yunho let out a sound that was halfway between a dark laugh and a snarl. he hauled yeosang up from the sofa, keeping a possessive grip on him as he guided him toward the hallway. "show me then," yunho whispered, his breath hot against yeosang's ear as he crowded him toward his bedroom.
as they reached the master bedroom, yunho flicked the light switch with his elbow, and the room was suddenly bathed in a warm glow. yunho's movements slowed. his eyes, sharp and ever-observant, began to sweep the space. he saw the glass display cases first, rows of sophisticated anime and game figures, some lithe and elegant, others posed in ways that were unapologetically suggestive. then, his gaze moved to the walls, taking in the posters of both men and women in various states of undress. finally, his eyes landed on the desk, where a drawer sat slightly ajar, revealing the corner of a sleek, pink silicone base.
a low chuckle vibrated in yunho's chest. he looked down at yeosang, who was currently leaning heavily against his arm, eyes half-closed and cheeks flushed with drink.
"well, well," yunho whispered, with his voice dripping with a dangerous interest. "i knew you were hiding something behind those glasses and the quiet act at the university, yeosang. i've spent months watching you at the library, wondering what a guy like you does when he's all alone."
he shifted his grip, his hands sliding up to the back of yeosang's neck, forcing the shorter to tilt his head back "i expected a nerd. i didn't expect a fellow deviant. you've got a quite the collection here, sangie. it's a shame to let all these... toys... go to waste on someone who's too shy to use them with a partner."
yeosang whimpered, his fingers clutching at yunho's shirt. the alcohol had stripped away his defenses, leaving only his raw, perverted core exposed.
"don't look..." yeosang slurred, thought he didn't pull away. instead, he leaned closer into yunho's heat.
"oh, i'm definitely looking," yunho eyes darkened as he scanned the room one more time before focusing entirely on the boy in his arms. "and i'm going to see everything you've been hiding. you've been a impressive actor at uni, but in here? i think we're going to get along just fine." yunho's "golden boy" persona was completely gone, replaced by the look of a man who had just found a treasure map he intended to follow to the very end.
he kept one hand firmly on the back of yeosang's neck, a dominating grip that forced he to stagger along with him. when they reached the edge of the large bed, yunho turned yeosang around to face him. the soft glow of the room caught the glint in yunho's eyes. "you have a lot of expensive things here, sangie." yunho's voice dropped into a low rumble. he reached out with his free hand, his long fingers trailing over the collar of yeosang's plaid blouse before hooking into the top button. "but i think the most interesting thing in this house is you."
yeosang's breath came in shallow, jagged hitches. the alcohol was still screaming through his system, but it was the heat of yunho's body that was truly making his head spin. he felt small, cornered, and desperately needy. "i... i don't know what you mean..." he lied, his voice trembling as his eyes flickered toward his desk where his toys where hidden.
yunho followed his gaze, a predatory smirk stretching across his face. "liars get punished, yeosang." he leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of yeosang's ear. "i saw your drawer. i saw what you do when you're alone. but you're not alone tonight, and i'm not going to let you hide anymore."
with a sudden movement, yunho gripped the front of yeosang's shirt and tugged, the sound of the top button popping and hitting the floor echoing in the quiet room. he pushed yeosang back, the back of his knees hitting the mattress, yeosang fell onto the sheets, his blonde hair fanning out, his glasses sliding crookedly across his face.
yunho didn't give him a second to breathe. he crawled over him, his heavy frame settling between yeosang's thighs, pinning his wrists to the pillows. the sheer power of the movement made yeosang let out a soft, broken sound.
"i've been thinking about this since the moment i saw you," yunho growled, his face inches from yeosang's. "about how you'd look under me, stripped of all that shy armor. you're going to show me every single thing you've been practicing in the dark."
he lowered his head, his mouth finding the sensitive junction where yeosang's neck met his shoulder, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. yeosang arched his back, his hands fisting in the sheets as the tension in the room reached a breaking point.
yunho's weight was an anchor, grounding yeosang into the mattress while his mind drifted further into a haze of sensory overload. every time yeosang tried to shift, yunho's grip on his wrists tightened, a silent reminder of who was in control of the situation now. yunho handled him like he was something to be possessed and used.
"look at me, yeosang." yunho commanded, his voice a low, rough vibration that seemed to settle deep in yeosang's gut.
yeosang blinked, his glasses lopsided, his vision swimming. he looked up into yunho's eyes and saw the raw, unmasked obsession there. it was terrifying, but it was also the most honest thing anyone had ever offered him. the hand that usually only touched plastic and cold silicone were now grasping at yunho's solid shoulders, pulling him closer.
"i... i want..." yeosang whispered, his voice thin and breathless, the confession of his hidden nature finally spilling out in the safety of the dark.
"i know what you want," yunho interrupted, his lips ghosting over yeosang's trembling mouth. "i know the things you dream about when no one is watching. i'm going to make sure you never have to dream about them again. you're going to feel everything."
he began to move with a slow deliberation, his hands sliding down his sides, tracing the curve of his ribs and the dip of his waist. every touch was an invasion, a mapping of territory that yeosang had kept hidden for years. the air in the room felt like it was disappearing, replaced by the friction of skin against skin and the frantic rhythm of two hearts trying to sync.
yeosang let out a broken breath as yunho's hands moved lower, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. the boundaries between fantasy and reality were dissolving. the images from his screens, the scenarios from his books. they were all being overwritten by the crushing weight of yunho's body and the heat of his breath.
"you're so sensitive," yunho hummed against his skin, a sound of dark triumph. "just a touch and you're falling apart. what happens when i stop being gentle, sangie? what happens when i take everything you've been saving up?"
yeosang could only arch his back, a desperate plea escaping him. he didn't want gentle. he wanted the intensity he'd sensed in yunho since the club. he wanted to be overwhelmed until there was nothing left of the "ice prince" but this shivering and exposed mess in the middle of a bed that suddenly felt far too small for the both of them.
the night stretched on, the shadows of the room dancing against the walls as the vanilla scent of the candle was completely overtaken by the scent of him. every whimper yeosang made was caught by yunho's mouth, every movement met with a possessive counter-move. it was a slow breaking down of every wall yeosang had ever built, leaving him completely at the mercy of the man who had been watching him from the shadows of the library for months.
yunho's fingers traced the outline of yeosang's hipbone through the thin fabric of his shirt, the touch featherlight yet electrifying. "you're shaking." he murmured, his breath hot against yeosang's throat. "is it fear? or are you just that desperate?" yeosang couldn't answer. his voice had abandoned him the moment yunho's teeth had grazed his skin. the room felt like it was spinning, the edges of his vision blurring as yunho's hands finally slipped beneath his shirt, pressing flat against the feverish skin of his stomach. the contact was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.
with a sharp tug, yunho yanked yeosang's shirt open the rest of the way, buttons scattering like broken promises. the cool air hit yeosang's bare chest, but it did nothing to soothe the heat pooling low in his gut. yunho's gaze raked over him, dark and hungry, before he leaned down and dragged his tongue over one peaked nipple. yeosang gasped, his back arching off the bed involuntarily. "fuck-" the curse spilled out before he could stop it, raw and unfiltered. yunho chuckled, the sound vibrating against his skin as he sucked the bud into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make yeosang moan.
the slide of yunho's hand down yeosang's stomach was deliberate, his fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants. "you've never done this with a real person before, have you?" yunho asked, though it wasn't really a question. yeosang's breath hitched as yunho's palm pressed against the obvious bulge in his underwear, the pressure just shy of painful. "i- no." yeosang admitted, voice cracking. yunho's smirk was greedy. "good. that means i get to ruin you first."
the fabric was pushed down in one smooth motion, leaving yeosang completely exposed. yunho didn't give him time to process the vulnerability before his mouth was on him, hot and wet and relentless. yeosang's hips jerked off the bed, s strangled cry tearing from his throat as yunho swallowed him down to the root. the sensation was dizzying, yunho's tongue working him with practiced precision, his fingers digging bruises into yeosang's thighs to keep him still. "you taste even better than i imagined." yunho said, pulling off just long enough to speak before diving back in. yeosang could only clutch at the sheets, his entire body coiled tight with tension, teetering on the edge of something he'd only ever fantasized about.
yunho pulled off with a wet and obscene sound, his lips swollen and glistening. yeosang's hips jerked upward, chasing the heat of yunho's mouth, but yunho pinned him back down with a rough hand on his hip. "patience." he growled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up yeosang's body. the weight of him pressed yeosang deeper into the mattress, the friction of yunho's clothed erection against his bare thigh sending sparks through his nerves. yunho hooked a finger under yeosang's chin, forcing his head to the side as he leaned down to bite at his throat. "you're gonna take everything i give you."
yeosang barely had time to process before yunho flipped him onto his stomach, one broad hand pressing between his shoulder blades to keep him down. the sudden shift knocked the breath from his lungs, his cheek pressed into the sheets as yunho's knee forced his legs apart, thighs trembling as yunho settled between them. he didn't ease him into it. his fingers slid down the dip of yeosang's spine with deliberate roughness, pausing just above where his body clenched tight with untouched tension. "you've got pretty little toys hidden in that drawer," yunho murmured against the back of yeosang's neck. "but you've never had this." his thumb pressed against yeosang's entrance, dry at first, just enough to make him jolt, before he spat directly onto his fingers, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. yeosang whimpered into the sheets, his hands twisting into the fabric as yunho's wet fingers circled him, teasing without mercy.
the first push was brutal, yunho didn't wait, didn't ask. his middle finger breached yeosang in one slick, unforgiving thrust, knuckle-deep before yeosang could even gasp. the stretch burned, a white-hot ache that tore a broken cry from his throat, muffled only by the mattress. yunho chuckled, his free hand gripping yeosang's hip hard enough to leave bruises. "tighter than i thought." he mused, dragging his finger out slowly just to shove it back in with a snap of his wrist. yeosang's back arched. his thighs trembling as yunho worked him open, his finger curling just enough to make yeosang's toes curl. "look at you," yunho breathed, his voice thick with something between awe and hunger. "already shaking with just one finger. what happens if i add another?"
he didn't wait for an answer. a second finger joined the first, stretching yeosang wider, the burn tipping into something sharper. yeosang choked on a sob, his nails tearing at the sheets as yunho scissored him open, the wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out filling the room. "fuck- fuck-" yeosang babbled, his voice shaking as yunho crooked his fingers just so, brushing against something that sent lightning up his spine. yunho's breath hitched, his own hips grinding down against yeosang's thigh as he watched him unravel. "that's the spot, isn't it?" the one you've been chasing with those plastic toys."
yeosang couldn't speak. his body was a live wire, every nerve alight as yunho fucked him open with his fingers, the pace ruthless, the angle unforgiving. the stretch was overwhelming, his fingers were thicker than anything yeosang had ever used on himself, and the heat of them, the realness, was devastating. when yunho added a third finger, yeosang sobbed outright, his hips jerking back instinctively, chasing the pain-pleasure of it. yunho's free hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. "you're doing so good." he panted, his voice rough with approval. "taking my fingers like you were made for it." he twisted his wrist, spreading his fingers wider, and yeosang's vision withed for a second, his mouth falling open in a silent scream.
yunho didn't stop. he worked yeosang open until his body was pliant, until his thighs were slick with sweat and his breaths came in broken gasps. only then did he pull his fingers out slowly, watching the way yeosang's hole fluttered around the emptiness. "now," yunho leaned dow to bite at the curve of yeosang's shoulder, "you're ready for me."
the click of a belt buckle was deafening in the charged silence, followed by the rasp of zipper teeth. yeosang shuddered when yunho's cock pressed against him, hot and heavy, the tip already slick with precome. "breathe." yunho snarled, and yeosang realized he'd been holding his breath, his lungs burning. he exhaled sharply just as yunho pushed in, the stretch unbearable, his body resisting even after the prep.
yunho's fingers were still slick from working yeosang open when he pressed them against his lips, forcing his mouth open with a rough middle and ring fingers, yeosang's tongue darted out immediately, rolling his eyes as he licks the taste of himself off yunho's skin, salty and bitter. "good." yunho murmured, voice low, before gripping yeosang's wrists and wrenching them behind his back, pinning them there with one broad hand. the sudden shift made yeosang gasp, his cock already dripping between his thighs.
the first thrust was ferocious and calculated. yunho didn't stop until his hips were flush against yeosang's ass, his groan vibrating through both of them. "y-yunho-" yeosang chocked out, clenching his hands in a fist until his nails left marks on his own palms. it hurt. the stretch, the rawness of being so thoroughly claimed. yunho leaned over him, his chest pressed to yeosang's back, his mouth at yeosang's ear. "you feel like a fucking dream." he rasped, his voiced wrecked. "tighter than anything i've ever had."
he pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in, wrenching a ragged cry from yeosang. the pace was relentless from the start, yunho's hips pistoning with a rhythm that left no room for adjustment. every drag of his cock lit yeosang up from the inside, the pain sharpening into something hotter. yeosang sobbed, his entire body trembling, torn between aching into yunho's touch and collapsing beneath the weight of him.
"look at you." yunho panted, his grip tightening. "taking me so fucking good. knew you would." his thrusts grew uneven, his breath coming in harsh bursts against yeosang's shoulder. yeosang could feel him everywhere - the press of his teeth, the sweat-slick slide of his skin, the unrelenting fullness that bordered on too much. he came untouched, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave, his back bowing as he spilled between his stomach and the bed with a broken cry. yunho didn't slow down, fucking him harder through it, his breath ragged against yeosang. "just like that." he growled, his grip tightening on yeosang's wrists, the bones grinding together. "take it."
yeosang could barely think, barely breathe, his body strung tight between pleasure and overwhelm, every nerve alight.
yunho cursed, his hips stuttering. with one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his moan muffled against yeosang's skin. for a long moment, neither of them moved, the only sound their labored breathing. yunho pulled out, the loss drawing a whimper from yeosang's swollen lips. he collapsed onto the mattress beside him, his chest heaving, his fingers tracing idle patterns on yeosang's flank. "still with me?" yunho murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender.
yeosang could only nod, his body humming with the aftershocks, his mind blissfully blank.
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sunlight was a physical weight on yeosang's eyelids. he groaned, a rhythmic throbbing behind his temples signaling the worst hangover of his life. he shifted, trying to pull the duvet higher, when he found out he couldn't move. there was a heavy, warm weight draped across his waist.
yeosang's eyes snapped open. the ceiling was his. the room was his. the lingering scent of sandalwood and something muskier was not his. he slowly turned his head. jeong yunho was fast asleep beside him, his face looking deceptively peaceful in the morning light. one of his long, muscular arms was thrown over yeosang's torso, pinning him to the mattress. yeosang's heart did a frantic somersault. he looked down under the sheets.
naked. he was completely naked.
the memories hit him in a violent wave. the club, the car, the way he had begged yunho not to leave, the way yunho's hand felt, larger and more commanding than anything he had ever imagined. he remembered the shame and the thrill of yunho seeing his room, seeing the posters and the toys, and instead of mocking him, yunho had used that knowledge to break him down.
"oh god." yeosang whimpered, burying his face in his hands. "oh no, no no no..."
"you're awake." a gravelly voice murmured.
yeosang jumped, nearly falling of the bed. yunho was propped up on an elbow, his hair a mess of dark strands, his eyes already sharp and calculating. he didn't look like someone who has just woken up; he looked like a predator who had finally caught his prey.
"i... i'm so sorry." yeosang stammered, grabbing the sheet to cover himself. "i was drunk. i didn't... i wasn't thinking..."
"i think you were thinking very clearly, sangie." yunho said, reaching out to trace the line of yeosang's jaw. his touch was electric. "in fact, i think you've been thinking about that for a very long time. you were quite the handful. very... vocal."
yeosang felt his entire body turn a vivid shade of scarlet. "please... just forget it happened."
yunho's expression shifted. the kindness vanished, replaced by that low-key obsessive glint that yeosang had sensed the night before. he leaned in, his face inches from yeosang's.
"forget it? no. i don't think so." yunho stood up, completely unbothered by his own nudity, his body lean and defined—the product of hours in the gym and the dance studio. he began to dress with efficient movements before walking over to yeosang's desk, picking up a stray post-it note. he scribbled something down and walked back to the bed, leaning over to stick the note directly onto the head of a suggestive super sonico figure yeosang kept on his nightstand.
"that's my number." yunho said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "not the one i give out to the dance department... just for you."
he leaned down and kissed yeosang's forehead, a gesture of that was shockingly tender compared to the intensity of his gaze.
"text me by noon, yeosang. or i'll just have to come back here and find another way to remind you how much you enjoyed yourself last night. i'd hate it if you used those toys of yours again now that you have me." with a final, possessive smirk, yunho turned and walked out of the room. the sound of the front door clicking shut echoed through the house, leaving yeosang alone with his pounding head, his racing heart, and the realization that his digital fortress had been permanently breached.