This was wrong. They should stop. It shouldn’t have gotten this far in the first place. Both of them were drunk out of their minds, drifting in a haze of hormones and desperation.

But it felt so good, his lips on hers, hands trailing from her breasts, round her spine to her behind. She rutted forward, desperate for more contact, to bring him closer, closer until he consumed her entirely. Her hands planted themselves upon his solid chest and they drew apart for breath.

His eyes bore into hers, dark and hooded with desire. He was irresistible, like a drug she was hooked on. Her lips landed against his neck, kissing, sucking, biting hard enough to bruise. The moans he exhaled made her light headed, pushed her further. She wanted him to want her just as much as she wanted him.

Sunyoung pulled back once more, staring up at the taller man with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Dropping to her knees, she let her hands trail down his chest, pausing at the buckle of his belt.