To Catch A Hacker || YunSang ||

To Catch a Hacker

Yeosang suddenly felt small under the man’s sharp gaze. Like he was burrowing deep within him. Yunho stroked his face, hesitating on the pink birthmark near his eye. Yeosang barely breathed, afraid to break the moment. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

Yeosang shivered then reached up with a surge of confidence and pulled Yunho back down. Their lips crashed together as if they were starving. Yeosang parted his lips only to find Yunho’s tongue chasing inside. Yunho battled for dominance and easily had Yeosang melting like putty. Yeosang moaned again the moment Yunho starting to press his larger body against his own. Hot hands reached inside his hoodie and pushed the fabric up grazing his skin. His thumbs dug into his skin, nearly encircling his entire waist. All too soon, the hands started to move upward. Yunho’s thumb rubbed against Yeosang’s nipple eliciting another gasp from the smaller man.

“Mm, so sensitive.” Yunho chuckled when Yeosang lightly bit his lip in retaliation.

“Shut up.” Yeosang snapped then choked on air when Yunho ground down against him. Hips rubbing against each other. He could feel the other’s hardness in his pants and Yeosang’s cock twitched in response.

Yeosang’s hands fumbled down Yunho’s chest before he yanked up on his t-shirt. He pulled on it, trying to get it off and growled in frustration when Yunho laughed at his attempts. Yeosang watched as he leaned up, towering over Yeosang as he straddled his hips. Yunho smirked down at him as he pulled off his zip-up jacket. He then reached down with both hands and pulled his t-shirt off in one swoop. Yeosang’s mouth watered at the sight of the man’s expanse of lean muscle and skin marred with a few scars. He reached out without realizing and touched a long pink line along Yunho’s stomach.

“Mm, vigilante work.” Yunho caught his wrist and nipped at the inside of it. He then pressed the man’s wrist into the mattress next to his head. He loved the way Yeosang’s eyes fluttered in response. The heat and desire built up bit by bit in Yunho’s stomach. Eager to get another taste of the absolute vision in his hold.

When Yeosang still didn’t tell him to stop, Yunho continued. He reached down with his free hand and pulled Yeosang’s hoodie up. Delighted to find he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath it. The younger lifted his body to try and help get it off. His hand that wasn’t currently trapped in Yunho’s dug underneath and pushed it over his head. His faded blue hair lay in a mess around his head. Yunho dove in and immediately attached his lips to Yeosang’s throat. He squeezed his wrist as he sucked deep bruises into the skin. Yeosang’s hand gripped his shoulder, digging blunt nails into his body.

Yunho pulled off and smiled down at the glistening red mark he’d left behind. He then picked up a set of leather cuffs with silver buckles. That must have been what Yunho was messing with earlier. He held them by the chain between his teeth and lifted Yeosang’s body, dragging him further up the bed. Yeosang felt like his heart would explode at how easily the man moved him. He’d never experienced something quite like this before. He stared up at Yunho with a mixture of apprehension and awe as he allowed the man to capture each of his wrists in the soft leather. His stomach rolled when Yunho pulled his arms up and hooked him to a clip around the slats of the headboard.

Yeosang’s breaths came out in sharp stutters as Yunho trailed his hands down his arms, following the natural curves of his muscles and down to his chest. Yeosang tugged weakly at his new restraints. He swallowed down his apprehension, eager to know what else Yunho had planned.

Sensing the questions burning in his mind, Yunho began to explain as he undid Yeosang’s jeans and pulled them down his legs, further exposing him. “You seem to be quite sensitive. Especially when I take control of your movements.”

Yeosang shivered again. The cool air hitting his bare legs contrasted almost too much with the heat his body was feeling. His erection strained his boxer briefs now that the stiff denim was out of the way. Yunho’s eyes on every inch of his body sent Yeosang’s heart into overdrive. “S-stop wasting time.”