[🐈‍⬛🐕] From Wonwoo To Mingyu [🐈‍⬛🐕]

Temptation

The city lights flickered through the hotel window, casting long, shifting shadows across the sleek wooden floors. The air was thick with the remnants of an evening well spent—half-empty glasses of whiskey on the coffee table, the scent of cologne lingering in the space between them. Wonwoo stood by the window, hands tucked into the pockets of his fitted black slacks, his sharp gaze watching the quiet streets below.

Mingyu, meanwhile, was sprawled lazily on the couch, one leg draped over the armrest, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Hyung, why do you always act so composed? Don't you ever get... tempted?"

Wonwoo barely glanced his way, the ghost of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Tempted by what?"

Mingyu stretched, his shirt riding up slightly, revealing the taut muscles beneath. "By me, obviously."

Wonwoo let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "You're too confident for your own good."

Mingyu grinned, pushing himself up, closing the space between them with slow, deliberate steps. "And you like it."

Wonwoo turned to face him, his usual unreadable expression in place. But Mingyu knew him too well—knew the way his fingers twitched ever so slightly when challenged, the way his jaw tensed when someone tried to test his limits.

"I think you just like pushing boundaries," Wonwoo mused, tilting his head slightly. "Hoping one day, I'll snap."

Mingyu's smirk widened as he leaned in, his breath warm against Wonwoo's jaw. "Maybe I want you to."

That was all it took. The moment the words left Mingyu's lips, Wonwoo's calm shattered like glass. He grabbed Mingyu's wrist, spinning him around until his back hit the cold surface of the window. The sudden shift left Mingyu breathless, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"You think you can tease me and walk away unscathed?" Wonwoo's voice was low, dangerous, the weight of his presence pressing Mingyu further against the glass. "You have no idea what you're playing with, Gyu."

Mingyu's breath hitched, but he wasn't ready to surrender just yet. "Then show me."

Wonwoo's grip tightened, his fingers ghosting over Mingyu's collarbone, tracing a slow path downward. "You're so eager to test me. But I think it's time you learned what happens when you push too far."

His touch became more deliberate, his fingertips trailing down Mingyu's chest, over the fabric of his shirt, before slipping just beneath it. The warmth of his palm burned against Mingyu's skin, sending shivers racing down his spine. Wonwoo's lips brushed against his jaw, his breath hot and teasing. "Still feeling cocky?" he murmured, voice thick with something darker, something consuming.

Mingyu's playful arrogance faltered for a brief second, his body betraying him as his breath came out shaky. But he refused to break first. "Maybe a little," he whispered, tilting his head just slightly, inviting more.

Wonwoo chuckled, a deep, knowing sound that sent heat pooling low in Mingyu's stomach. "You're insatiable." His fingers traced the waistband of Mingyu's pants, lingering just long enough to make Mingyu's pulse quicken. "But you started this, so don't expect me to go easy on you."

His free hand slipped into Mingyu's hair, tugging just enough to tip his head back, exposing the long line of his throat. Wonwoo took his time, lips dragging lazily over Mingyu's skin, placing slow, teasing kisses that made Mingyu's knees go weak. The teasing was unbearable—the slow build of pressure, the way Wonwoo controlled the pace with infuriating ease.

Mingyu let out a quiet whine, hands gripping at Wonwoo's shirt, desperate for more, for something faster, rougher. But Wonwoo wouldn't give it to him. Not yet.

"Patience," Wonwoo chided, pulling back just enough to watch the frustration flicker across Mingyu's face. His fingers tightened on Mingyu's hips, pinning him firmly against the glass. "You wanted me to lose control, didn't you?" His voice was a low purr, dark and laced with amusement. "Now, you'll take what I give you."

Mingyu's breath was ragged, his body thrumming with anticipation, every nerve ending attuned to Wonwoo's touch. The teasing, the slowness—it was torture, but it was also intoxicating.

And as Wonwoo's fingers finally dipped lower, his lips capturing Mingyu's in a kiss that stole the last of his resistance, Mingyu knew one thing for certain—he had lost this game. Completely.

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