Caught in Each Other's Games | Yeongyu | Beomjun |

11 | Needs |

Author's POV

"Beg properly, Beomgyu"

Beomgyu's breath hitched as Yeonjun's knee pressed harder against his aching need. His fingers dug into Yeonjun's wrist, nails leaving faint crescent marks as he whimpered.

"Please help me..." His voice was barely above a whisper, but in the quiet classroom, it was loud enough for Yeonjun to hear—and go smirk.

Yeonjun's eyes were now on Beomgyu's, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You sound so desperate, gyu," he said his voice lacing with mischief, his knee shifting slightly, making Beomgyu jolt. "And all because of me?"

Beomgyu wanted to snap back, to deny it, but the heat pooling in his stomach made it impossible to focus. Yeonjun was too close, too intoxicating.

Yeonjun leaned in, his lips grazing Beomgyu's ear. "You look so cute like this."

Beomgyu clenched his fists, his whole body burning. "Shut up," he muttered, but the tremble in his voice ruined the effect.

Yeonjun chucked a low and dangerous sound. "Shutting up isn't really my thing," he teased, letting his hand trail down Beomgyu's waist, his fingers barely skimming the fabric of his shirt.

Yeonjun's knee was still pressed on Beomgyu's aching problem, teasing him with slow, deliberate pressure. His body trembled, his hands clutching Yeonjun's shoulder for support.

Yeonjun smirked at the sight. Beomgyu who was usually so confident and sharp-tongued, now looked utterly wrecked beneath his touch. "Look at you," he murmured, his lips ho ending just near Beomgyu's ear. "So needy for me."

Beomgyu bit his lip, a desperate whimper escaping before he could stop it. He felt weak, powerless against Yeonjun's teasing. The warmth of Yeonjun's body, the way his voice dropped so low and sultry—it was too much.

"Y-Yeonjun," Beomgyu gasped his fingers curling against the fabric of Yeonjun's shirt.

Yeonjun chuckled, leaning in even closer, his lips nearly brushing. "Say it again," he whispered. "Say my name like that again."

Beomgyu shuddered, his body betraying him as he leaned into Yeonjun's touch. "Yeonjun..."

Something flickered in Yeonjun's eyes—something dark and possessive. His hand traced down Beomgyu's side, slow and deliberate, making Beomgyu's breath hitch. He was savoring this, every reaction, every little tremble.

"You have no idea what you do to me," Yeonjun muttered, voice laced with something dangerously sweet. His lips brushed against Beomgyu's jaw, trailing down toward his neck, barely touching, just enough to make Beomgyu shiver.

Beomgyu gripped Yeonjun tighter, his knees nearly buckling. His mind was hazy, drowning in the overwhelming heat between them.

"Tell me to stop," Yeonjun murmured, lips teasing just below Beomgyu's ear. His voice was soft but firm, a challenge. "Tell me, and I will."

Beomgyu stayed silent. His heart pounded, his skin burning where Yeonjun touched him. He didn't want him to stop.

Yeonjun smirked, his fingers lifting Beomgyu's chin once more, their lips just a breath apart. "That's what I thought," he murmured before finally closing the distance.

The kiss was slow but intense, a dangerous mix of passion and hunger. Beomgyu melted into it, his fingers tangling into Yeonjun's shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. Yeonjun took his time, deepening the kiss, savoring every second of Beomgyu's surrender.

Beomgyu's head spun, lost in the heat of the moment, lost in Yeonjun.

And neither of them had any intention of stopping.