Writer´s blog

The two of you had hosted another dance class together, loving to collaborate and teach your students new choreographies. You´d often make them up together, swoon over the perfect beats and watch dance movies together. It was what connected the two of you from the first day on – feeling free and weightless, as you moved to the beats that you were given.

However, there is no denying that occasions like this can be complicated. Being at your actual job, the two of you are expected to act professional. That means no unnecessary touches, none of your usual, cheeky flirting and god-forbid, any kisses. That had been the only rule given to you, when you had requested hosting a dance class together for the first time. Back then it hadn´t seemed like such a big deal, but now…

You roll your eyes, watching one of your students, as she sends Ten a coy smile. He has his polite job-smile on, but she doesn´t seem to get the hint, as her hand trails over his chest, down to his upper stomach without any shame.

It´s not a rare occurance, of course. You realize that Ten is an attractive man. Sometimes, the roles reverse, too and you find yourself with one of your students giving you flirty smirks or trying out pick-up lines that would make you laugh, were they not meant to be serious. The two of you are fit, all lean muscle from excessive hours of dance training and you love to pamper yourself and stay clean, too. You guess, you can sympathize with the students who dare to take their shot.

That doesn´t mean it doesn´t piss you off a little, too.

You watch Ten just avoiding to have the girl press even closer to him, as he slips away to prepare the stereo. As he walks, all cat-like you catch his eye and, for an abashed second you realize you had been staring at him. It doesn´t look like he is bothered by it though, as he sends you a knowing wink. Discreet enough, you think and clap your hands together, to tell everyone to get back into position.

Forgetting about the incident throughout the class is easier than you thought, although it shouldn´t really come as a surprise. You know that Ten doesn´t find anything exciting about teaching, much rather spending his time in clubs and moving wherever and however he wants to. You, on the other hand, have a great passion for it. Explaining steps, watching the students eyes light up and their confidence rise, whenever they get the choreo right – it´s all adding to a pool of warmth right in your chest. Something that fills you with pride and a distinct feeling of accomplishment.

Only once the class is over and everyone moves to pack their stuff and walk to the changing rooms, are you reminded of the obnoxious feeling again. It´s subtle and, if you hadn´t been watching, you wouldn´t have noticed at all. Yet, you still peek the girl from before slipping a piece of paper into Ten´s hand and sending him a flying kiss. Seriously?

You try not to let your irritation show, when the girl leaves through the door at last and Ten approaches you, “So what will it be tonight? Chinese or Pizza?”

“I don´t care.” You mutter, “Choose something.”

He watches you for a moment. Only when you set the speakers into their respective cupboard a little harder than necessary, does he speak up: “Babe, you okay?”

“Fine just…” Sighing, you try to collect yourself, “It´s stupid. Just ignore me, please. Chinese sounds pretty good, actually.”

From the sceptical frown on his face, you can tell that he isn´t buying it at all, “Are you sure? You know you can tell me when something´s on your mind.”

“I just–… Do you have to let them so close?” Already as the words leave your mouth, you feel stupid about them.

“Close? Whom-” He shuts himself up, before the word can fully leave his mouth, “Ah, I see… this is about the student.” He hesitates, “You do know I trashed the number, right? I´m not interested in her.”

Running a hand through your hair, you give up on trying to fit all the stereo parts into the cupboard. Usually, Ten is the one taking care of it. How the hell does he always manage to squeeze it into that tiny space? “I know. I´m sorry, this has nothing to do with you. I told you it´s stupid.”

“It´s not stupid.” Suddenly, there are hands on your hips and a firm chest, pressed against your back, “Just sounds to me like you´re in need of a little reminder here.”

“A reminder?” You snicker, despite yourself, “Of what?”

“Of how much I adore you. Of how no one comes even near you.” The grin in his words tickles against your cheek.

Humming, you turn in his hold, “How are you gonna do that?”

For a moment, he just looks at you like the cheshire cat. The next thing you know is a yelp leaving your lips, as you´re lifted onto the table for the stereo. It creaks a little under the sudden collision, but you´re not given any time to contemplate it, as a hungry kiss is hunted from your lips. Your shoulders relax, as you ease into the kiss – a gentle caress of lips and occasional teeth. It´s easy to crave more, when Ten is so warm and smells so much like himself, after the intense dance class.

Your fist closes around his tank-top and you yank him harder against you. A dark sound leaves from deep within his throat, when he settles a possessive hand on your hip and deepens the kiss further. You moan softly, feeling his tongue graze against yours and his taste in your mouth. Your trained thighs close around him easily, unwilling to give more space than absolutely necessary. He seems content enough, pressing his hips against yours and threading the fingers of his free hand in your hair. You groan softly, feeling them give a gentle pull.

Ten´s pupils are blown wide and dark, when he pulls away and looks at you, “Mark me.”

“Wuh-What?”

“Mark me, so everyone knows I´m yours.” He tilts his head, to make room with a smirk.

You want to tell him that it´s not necessary – that you trust him, regardless of what other people assume and try – but then you look into his eyes and understanding crashes over your head: He is the one who wants this. This isn´t just about giving you reassurance, this is also about him wanting to belong. Not being pursued anymore, because he is someone´s loved one. He wants a reminder for himself, not just one for you.

So, that´s what you give him. The startled gasp that breaks from his mouth when your lips latch onto the skin right beneath his jaw, make your skin tingle pleasantly. He leans into it and you allow your teeth to join the mix, too. Once a beautiful, purple bruise has formed beneath your lips, you move further down, repeating the process, until there is a long trail of hickeys, climbing all the way down to his collar bone. A piece of art, if you might say so. The contrast against his milky skin is divine and the slightly blisses out look on his face, only improves the whole picture in your eyes.

“You´re so sensitive.” You mutter, feeling his crotch press rather hard against yours with a grin. An insistent plea, which you have a hard time ignoring, “You wanna take this home?”

“It´ll be a miracle if we make it to the car.” Ten responds, stealing another heated kiss from you, “Let´s do it right here.”

Even though the request sends a shiver of arousal down your spine you shake your head with a chuckle, “And have an unknowing student walk in on us? No thanks.”

“The office is empty today.”

The pleasured sigh that leaves you, as he presses your bodies together tighter, doesn´t help undermining your point: “They´ll fire us, if we get caught.”

“Well then, let´s not get caught.” Ten teases.

“You´re unbelievable.” Gulping, you make a quick decision and take his hand into your own, “Let´s go, hurry up. We gotta make this quick.”

“And then for round two at home?”

“Shut UP!” 

“If you keep buying those dorritos we´ll have to up our workout-game.” You laughed, watching him from your spot on the floor. In his hands, he carried a bag of said dorritos and a bottle of water.

Shrugging, he settled down beside you and dumped the food in your lap, “I could do a few more crunchies, if it means I get to enjoy my favourite food. Besides, we already burn so many calories with other… activities.”

As he wiggled his eyebrows, you pushed his face away, unable to conceal your laughter, “Gross.”

“Not what you said last night.”

“Oh god, can you stop?” You squeezed out and he finally complied with a laugh. He knew how much embarrassment you could take, before you´d just roll into a ball and pretend you didn´t hear him. But, the opportunity to tease you, was just too good to pass up. Especially, when your reactions were always so oscar-worthy. “Alright, what will it be today, captain?”

He hummed, skimming through the several titles, “I´m feeling Halo, to be honest.”

“A classic.” You nodded, “Let´s go.”

As YangYang moved to slip the CD into the Xbox, you made work of the dorrito package, trying not to spread all its contents on the floor. Half-succeeding, you held out a chip to your boyfriend, as he returned to your side and he opened his mouth happily. For a good while, you spent your time ganging up on a poor soul you met in the online-mode.

“Y/N, I think I´m going through a crisis.” YangYang suddenly muttered into the silence, as he shot another enemy right in the head.

You raised a sceptical eyebrow at him, “A crisis, huh?”

“Yeah”, releasing a dramatic sigh, he adjusted to sit with his legs spread a little wider, “I feel like you´re just too far away. My heart is twisting in my chest.”

A snort left your nose, “Wow, didn´t know I lived with a drama queen.”

“That´s not true!” YangYang pouted, before grinning, “You knew what you signed up for. Now come here.”

There was little you could do to resist, once he pulled out the puppy dog eyes. You had always been weak for them, almost as much as for his smile. That slightly curled grin with slightly pointed teeth, which made him almost look like a kitten. Sighing, you shuffled, until your back was pressed against his chest and you could comfortably resume playing. It worked for a while, with your boyfriend´s chin against your head and soft puffs of air hitting your hair every now and then.

However, you had never been a very strong person, when it came to affection. His arms wrapped so tight around you, just so he could reach his controller with both hands, had you feel more and more greedy for the boy´s touch. Sometimes he called you insatiable, whether it be with sex or simple cuddling, yoou never seemed to get enough. You knew though, that he liked nothing more than to indulge you. That, whenever you asked for a bit of closure, he was happy, because he felt like he had done something right.

It was the exact reason why you didn´t hesitate to voice your wishes right away: “I´m having a crisis, too.”

“Ah yeah?” You could hear the little grin on his lips.

Humming, you paused the game and put down your controller. As you turned in his arms, to sit in his lap instead, he did the same. It was flustering, but mesmerizing as well, how his eyes seemed to be unable to leave you entirely. You cupped his jaw with both hands, a small smile playing with your lips. A wave of gratitude washed through you – gratitude, that he was the one sitting here, no one else.

“I feel like I´m showing withdrawal symptoms.”

YangYang lifted a brow at you, but his hands settled on your waist anyways, “Withdrawal symptoms? Are you in a sugar rush?”

“Not quite, but close.” You giggled at yourself, “I feel like I´ve been without a good kiss for too long.”

It wasn´t difficult to see the exact moment his face twisted into realization, “I see. That sounds like quite a tricky situation. Where the heck are we supposed to get you a quick fix now?”

Rolling your eyes, you shuffled a little closer, “Just kiss me, you doofus.”

When he leaned closer, hands on your waist pulling you in, you felt reminded of how lucky you were. How this could have been the worst time for you, but you were here, healthy, happy and with your arms full of this boy, who loved you. You could have agonized over all the days, still to come, but what good would that do? When you had YangYang in your arms, his lips chasing yours eagerly and his scent of warm baked goods wavering around you, what use was there in worrying?

You smiled into the kiss, eyes closed and revelling and you could feel him do the same.

With wide, slightly terrified eyes, you turn to look at your large window. Who you find there takes your breath for a short moment. Mark is peaking through the glass, clad in a black hoodie and a dumb smirk on his lips. Slowly, you feel your features shift into a disbelieving expression, whether at his audacity, or the sheer possibility of him being back, you don´t know. Either way, you hurry towards the window and open it up. Before you can utter a word, there is a rose in your face. Not a regular one: a black one.

“Is this your way of telling me you´re back from the dead?” You point at the rose, “Black for death and mourning?”

Pursing his lips, Mark gives the flower a glance, as if really seeing it for the first time, “Well, black roses also stand for the beginning of new things, so…” there is a tug at his lips, “I was hoping you could give me a chance for beginning new things…?”

You´re only able to keep up your dead-pan expression for a few heartbeats, before snorting and stepping aside, “Get inside here. If you can´t use the entrance door, like a regular person, at least don´t stand around in the rain.”

Eager like a child, Mark climbs inside next to you. Only when he brushes past you, close enough for you to smell traces of smoke and the cologne he used, do you see the slight teint on his face. It´s shaped like a flower, quite similar to the one in your hand, but it doesn´t quite harbour the same beauty. You reach out on instinct, really not thinking about it, and he flinches softly, when your fingers make contact with the bruise on his cheekbone.

“What happened to you?” You mutter, unsure of whether you really want to hear the answer.

He shakes his head, slightly dripping, black hair waving with the movement, “It´s nothing. Got into a fight.”

You try a gentle smile, but it must look wobbly at best, “Seems like you´re making quite the habit out of that.”

“Seems like it”, His hand is warm and rough against yours, as he pulls it away form his face, “Don´t worry okay? The thing… everything´s settled. I´m okay now.”

You don´t even know why you cared in the first place. Mark and you aren´t connected by anything more than a night of desires and bodily closure. Hell, you don´t even know his surname! Or his favourite band, his hobbies, what he does with his life, any of the things you would usually care about. All you have to think of, when he comes to your mind in the evenings, is that cocky little smile and the big eyes that seem to clash with everything else. Innocence. Donghyuck would call it crush culture.

But that´s stupid, so you ignore it.

“Take those drenched shoes off, I´m not gonna wash up your mess.” You chide, as you walk towards the bathroom. There should still be a tube of healing cream somewhere within your cabinets, so you shuffle through all the contents, while you listen to Mark stumble around and take off his boots. You frown. You could have sworn there was a tube right here somewhere.

“Whatcha looking for?” You jolt softly, when hot breath hits your ear. Mark´s frame is pressed tight against your back, personal space not a necessity anymore. Well, of course, why would personal space be a worry to him, when you have literally seen each other naked? Shaking your head, you finally make out the little thing you had been looking for an turn around to push at his chest. He watches you curiously, as you set him down on the closed toilet-seat and unscrew the healing cream. 

“I don´t know if it helps.” You explain, spreading the white cream over his bruise, “Hell, if these things have an expiration date, that´s probably crossed already.”

His gaze turns soft and there is a smile tugging on his lips, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Don´t thank me.” You huff, “Thank whatever angel is watching over you, that you didn´t end up in a hospital. Why do you go around beating up people anyways?”

Clearing his throat, Mark averts his eyes down to his fingers in his lap, “There was a disagreement. They didn´t want to, uh… They didn´t want to keep with the deal we made.”

“Must have been an important one, if you thought it was worth risking your health.” You know there is a line that shouldn´t be crossed, somewhere around this conversation. But it´s blurry and Mark isn´t giving you any signals to stop asking. All there is, is the mystery he decides to paint around himself and, while it´s enticing, you also find it worrying.

“It was. But I don´t expect you to understand my rationale.” Sniffing, he gets to his feet. There is a different expression on his face now; something achingly close to exhaution, “Thanks for patching me up with your Stone Age cream.”

You can´t help but laugh at that and as he chimes in, you don´t have the heart to be stern with him anymore. Like a puppy, he follows you back into the living room, where you direct towards the kitchen. After asking Mark, if he prefers coffee or tea, you make two cups of hot cocoa for both of you. It´s strange, to see him shuffle at the kitchen counter, looking around with wide eyes and looking so out of place in his all-black attire. You love to decorate your apartment in soft, slightly pastel colours and there is a lot of light, streaming in through the large windows. In the midst of it all, Mark sticks out like a sore thumb.

Just like he does with the rest of your normal life.

When both of you hold a steaming cup in your hands and the silence has gone on for too long, you finally push yourself to ask the question that has been sitting on your mind: “Mark? Why are you really here?”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“That ‘beginning new things’ shit was very cute and poetic, but I don´t buy it.” You explain, setting the cup down, “I thought we were just a hook-up. You were dead silent for days and that after disappearing in a really strange way and now… now you´re here, climbing in through my window with your face beaten up.”

Taking a tiny sip of his drink, Mark shrugs, “So?”

“I just wanna know your intentions. So I can brace myself.” Admitting that, seems to surprise you almost as much as him.

“I don´t understand”, You think he does, with the slight hurt that plays behind the stoic mask he is trying to keep in place, “Brace yourself? What for. What do you expect me to do?”

Taking a deep breath, you say: “Donghyuck told me a couple of things.” Immediately, annoyance takes over Mark´s features and you watch his fingers tighten around his cup, “It was all vague as hell, but he´s my best friend, so I listen to him. I´m not someone to judge based on the words of others…” You sigh, try not to stumble over your words and end up saying something you don´t want to say, “I think you´re really cute. I just… don´t wanna get tangled in trouble.”

That leaves the other boy stunned for a long while. You understand of course, that was quite a bomb to drop on him. But, you hadn´t lied. Taking precautions now, is just something you need to do, to avoid getting hurt later. You know yourself, know that Mark is just the kind you´d fall for, if you got invested. But you also know that the kind you fall for isn´t always reliable.

When he runs a hand through his hair, muscles flexing under his shirt, you try to ignore the strange jump of your heart, “I guess you have every right to be…” He hesitates, “…wary.” You smile shyly, staring down at your cup, “I´m gonna be honest with you, I need to lay low somewhere for a while.”

Your eyes zoom up, to gape at him, “Lay low? What the heck did you get yourself into?”

“It´s really not as bad as it sounds. It happened before, I just need to get away from my apartment for a while.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes with his palms.

You can´t help, but scoff. Is this guy serious? “And you come here for that?”

“Yes”, If you didn´t know better, you´d think he is just as frustrated with himself as you are, when he shoves himself away from the counter and stomps towards your window. You watch him pace back and forth for a minute, before the short-lived anger leaves his tense shoulders again. Suddenly, he looks smaller, a little frail almost, “I didn´t know where else to go.”

That makes you think for a brief second. If you allow yourself to look past the barricade of prejudice Donghyuck´s words had drawn in your mind, you find something you didn´t expect; A boy. A lonely boy. Who has no people he can trust, except this one stranger he had helped out at a club. You sigh, thinking back to the sensation of comfort he had given you that night. The reason you had allowed yourself to get drawn into his orbit and tug him into a kiss. The reason you had thought it to be okay to pull him into your apartment and spend the night together. Never once, had it occured to you that maybe, you had been able to give him the same sensation back.

“So what, you thought you could just show up here and stay a few days?” You tease him, no real bite to your voice. He still looks unsure, so all you get is a meek shrug. You snort, not believing yourself, when you say: “Well, congratulations, it worked. But you pay for groceries, I´m not your mom.”

“A-Are you serious?” You have to hold back a laugh at the look he gives you.

“Deadly.” You round the kitchen counter and pinch his chin. He scrunches his nose up in a cute fashion, “But you´re taking the couch.”

For the first time, there is a small grin tugging on his lips and you roll your eyes, when his hands settle around your waist, “You don´t think you could use the company?”

“You are literally impossible.” He makes a startled noise, when you press you palm flat into his face and push him away. It makes you laugh, the way he can look so silly, while still giving off a sort of dangerous aura. Yeah, so maybe it makes him a tiny bit irresistible, you don´t have to let him know. With a new-found ease in your steps, you collect your cup again and fall onto your couch, “You still haven´t told me what was important enough to throw hands.”

He shuffles a little, until he sits down on the floor. His legs crossed and elbows propped on his knees, Mark throws a contemplative look out of the window, “There are just some things that are bigger than me, you know?”

“Bigger?”

“More relevant.” Mark says this with so much certainty, you feel your heart sore for a moment. In your opinion, nothing should be more important to Mark than himself, but at the same time you think you understand the sentiment. “You know, the sort of things that you´d be nothing without. In the grand scheme of things, you might rather not live at all, than live without them.”

The serious nature of the conversation takes you so aback, you have nothing left, but to stare at the boy in front of you for a moment. He doesn´t look back at you, seems hesitant. Probably, because he isn´t sure if he has said too much. You could imagine him feeling the need to walk on eggshells around you, now that you allowed him to stay. A fleeting generosity that not even you, yourself had expected.

However, there is also a part in you that wants to make clear to him that he has nothing to fear. A part that wants to tell him that he can trust you.

“I know what you mean.” You mutter, “Comes with caring a lot, I guess.”

At that, Mark finally looks back at you and you´re almost certain you have said the right, “Do you have things like that?”

You hum, staring through the steam of your cup, “I guess my family. My parents can be a pain in the neck, but at the end of the day, they have given me everything I needed to be who I am today. Living without them… I´m not sure I could imagine that.” A small grin tugs at your lips, “And admittedly, also Donghyuck. The boy is a whole thunderstorm, but he held me when I cried, carried me when I was black-out drunk and celebrated all of my success. He´s like a brother to me. I think, if things came down to it, I´d give him everything.”

Mark looks at you, as you speak, his eyes gentle. There is a smile on his lips, too, as if he enjoys hearing you talk about the people who mean so much to you. As if he is happy, you have those people. A small lump builds in your throat and you ignore the urge to wrap your arms around him. It would be nice to have him close enough, to have his scent around you again. You remember a certain sweetness, beyond his cologne. Especially when you had woken up the morning after, with his bare body pressed against yours.

The memory fills your cheeks with warmth, so you distract yourself by asking: “What are your special things?”

For a moment, it almost looks like he hadn´t heard you, because he just stares at you for a long stretch of silence. He is contemplating, you realize. Contemplating, how much he can tell you.

“Do you want me to show you?”

Your eyebrows lift, “Uh… okay?”

“Go get your jacket”, he prompts, pushing to his feet. A little dazed, you comply, not entirely sure how you have gotten yourself into this current situation. However, when you watch him head for the window, clad in his leather jacket once again, you snap out of it.

“Can we at least use the door this time?”

You can hear the faint voices even from outside and briefly, you wonder whether Baekhyun and his right hand men aren't worried about anyone listening in. Then again, there are two grim looking guards on either side of the door and if you were anyone but yourself, they would have probably shot you from a mile away. Not so nice, but Baekhyun had explained to you many times why it was necessary.

"In my world, everything can be used against me, you know that? I don't trust anyone."

You had pouted at him, "what, you don't even trust me?"

"You least of all." he had said with a dirty grin.

Huffing, you tug at the collar of the satin robe you had pulled on. It shines in a rich, dark blue colour, flowing around your body like liquid. Baekhyun had gifted it to you a few days ago, but has yet to see it wrapped around you. A small smile plays with your lips. It feels good against your skin.

YOU feel good. Powerful. Ready to reduce the most poweful man you know to a puddle.

Game on.

Pushing the door open, you ignore the guard who tries to warn you from interrupting the conversation. Everyone at the long table turns to you. You see Taemin, Taeyong and Mark to his right, Jongin, Lucas and Ten to his left. He gathered them all tonight, but your eyes pin on the man at the far end of the table only.

Baekhyun's black hair is stricking against his pale skin, a high collar hiding the marks you know you had left on his collarbone. It bothers you, but the reason why he has to hide them is clear to you.

"Gentlemen." You greet.

None of them answers vocally, but they do it in their own ways. Some straighten up, some seem to be unsure where to leave their gaze, Taeyong even goes as far as to clear his throat.

Without mercy, you circle the table and run a hand through Mark's hair - familiar territory. He pulls in a sharp breath, intent on not leaning into the touch too obviously. When you find Baekhyun's gaze, you shiver with excitement. He's grinning, so obviously entertained by your efforts to get his attention.

"Y/N." he finally gives in, "We're in a discussion, darling. Weren't you going to wait in my room?"

"What, so I get bored enough to turn to stone?" You mutter, gentle finger tracing Taeyong's shoulders and nape, as you pass. Muscles pull taut under your touch and you grin. Every reaction you get will be another drop of oil, bursting flames in Baekhyun's ego, "Please, don't let me distract you."

As you say that, you snatch the glass of liquor Taemin has standing in front of him, relishing in the sweet taste. When you drop yourself on Baekhyun's lap, the man laughs, indulging you.

You know why. Why he lets you get away with all of this. It's because they are here. Everyone gets off on different things, Baekhyun just happens to enjoy showing off. Lucky for both of you, you loved being shown off even more.

His hand settles on your waist, adjusting you on his lap. As if nothing happened, he continues their conversation. Something about an export partner, unwilling to pay their share.

"I think we should take them aback, when their guard is down. He will pay if his life is on the line." Jongin offers.

You snicker. Baekhyun's eyes turn to you, "Something funny, sweetheart?"

"That's a stupid plan." You mutter, sounding as bored as you feel, "Men like that don't get to where they are if they're easily scared. You gotta attack more at the root. Corrupt his load or something, give him bad products. The people that buy from him pay a shit ton of money, so I can only imagine how displeased they will be to know he's selling them junk."

A short silence rolls in, but Baekhyun breaks it with a loud, barking laughter, "Listen to this little bird. Been here for little more than a month but got more brain in the business than any of you."

They look away, a little abashed, "I think that's quite enough for today. You can go now, we'll discuss the rest tomorrow." Baekhyun decides, hands tightening around your waist.

Lucas hesitates, "But boss-"

"I'm sorry, did I stutter?"

Shaking his head quickly, he joins the others and gets up from the table. You lean back into Baekhyun's chest, watching them leave. When you meet Mark's curious gaze, you wink and send him a smirk. With a flush to his ears, he hurries out of the room.

As soon as the door closes, you take a deep breath. Baekhyun's hands push a little at you, running down your back as you bend over the table edge. The satin rustles under his touch and you crane your neck to see his expression.

"You love when they look at you." he states, a little cruel note to his voice.

"So do you."

"I like when they know you're mine." his words send shivers up your spine, "When they realize that what they want so desperately is out of their reach, because it already belongs to me."

One of his hands trail back up, up, up, until his fingers are fisted tight in your hair. You gasp as he pulls, just a little, barely enough to sting, "You look fucking sinful, you know that, baby? When I saw you walk through that door, like you own the place... God I wanted to bend you over right away, in front of all of them."

"What stopped you?" You ask, laughing a little breathless, as you feel his free hand travel down between your legs.

"Hmm... The satisfaction. They don't deserve it. The only one who can see you fall apart, is me."

You hum, circling your hips against his. You can feel his hard-on even through his pants and it makes you even more eager in your movements. He rasps out a groan, taking a hold of your hips to press them down harder.

"Fuck, just like that, darling. Got me so hard already."

"Baek..." you sigh in return, "I want you."

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, as he says: “Then you´ll have me little bird.

“You´ll have me all night long.”