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Then, he leaned gently against Sehun. Sehun looked down then stroked Yoonshin’s soft hair. Showering him with short pecks on the top of his head was an added bonus.
Despite his affectionate reaction to Yoonshin’s winsome gesture, Sehun seemed uncomfortable about the situation. Sehun was unused to behavior like this. “I’m not your sister or your father. You’re barking up the wrong tree.”
Yoonshin knew that better than anyone. His sister and father wouldn’t be this cold to him. Initially, Yoonshin was immune to Sehun’s stabs, but now, he felt hurt each time, which he thought was a big problem. For the first time in his life, Yoonshin was thirsty for affection. This dismayed him.
“I wish you would get used to it. I’m used to being pampered since I’m the youngest in my family,” Yoonshin pouted.
“What do you want? Tell me, so I can resolve it before this door opens.”
“Can you hug me tight? You know that you’ve been cold to me these days, right?”
Upon requesting a hug, Yoonshin reached out and hugged Sehun’s waist before Sehun could even react. Then, he leaned forward, detaining Sehun where he was. The moment Yoonshin became cognizant of how Sehun’s pale face was staring down at him, his instincts told him that he wanted a more intimate type of contact. Sehun’s eyes were telling him that he was thinking the same.
“Is there anything that you want, Senior Attorney?” Yoonshin asked coyly.
“If I do…?”
“Then you can do it.”
And as expected…
Sehun pulled Yoonshin’s waist and engaged in a deep kiss.
“Ngh, mmm…” Yoonshin groaned.
Sehun’s free hand caressed Yoonshin’s smooth chin and pushed on the corner of his mouth with his thumb. The younger man’s lips opened naturally, and Sehun shoved in his tongue, entangling with the other.
They exchanged a warmth hot enough to forget the cold weather.
Their tongues rubbed against each other, and their fluids mingled. Yoonshin writhed, and the older man pulled the trembling younger man closer, exploring his warm cavern endlessly. With every jolt, the plastic bag rustled against the fabric of Yoonshin’s pants, adding to the erotic mood. Heat started to simmer from the soles of their feet, spreading up and across their entire bodies.
Time seemed to fly by.
Before they knew it, the elevator doors opened with a ding. Upon hearing that, Yoonshin evaded the other’s tongue and instead shoved the remainder of his candy into the other’s mouth before pulling away. A clear string of fluid connected them before it snapped off. As he lapped up the remnants of their connection, he blearily looked up at Sehun. Sehun rolled with candy in his mouth, looking quite nonplussed.
“You should get off now,” Yoonshin told Sehun.
“What’s this?” Sehun asked.
“Is it good? It’s my favorite.”
“You’re toying with me, aren’t you?”
“I wouldn’t dare. Oh, right—here. I was wondering how to pass it on to you, but what perfect timing.” Yoonshin pulled out the medicine from his bag and slid it into Sehun’s jacket pocket as he pushed the older man out of the elevator. “I heard you were taking medicine again. Don’t get sick. I’m worried about you. You should consider going to the hospital. Prescription meds are more effective.”
“…”
“Anyway, I’m going to go back home to finish my work. Dream of me and see you tomorrow,” Yoonshin rattled off his goodbyes while Sehun merely gawked, mere minutes after they met.
The doors to the elevator closed slowly, obstructing Sehun’s view of Yoonshin. The kind-hearted face that was waving to him disappeared. He glanced at the panel, indicating the descent of the elevator.