Beast

                                    

                                          

Wooyoung POV

"Do you want to go back to our room?" He asked me as he kissed his way up and over my stomach, making his way to my throat. 
Was he insane?
"No." I gasped when his hands gripped my ass, pulling me forward, making our hips collide. "I want you to fuck me here." I gasped, my mouth searching for his, clashing in a desperate open mouthed kissed, so needy and harsh I was gasping for breath. 
"Mmm.." He murmured, catching my lip with his teeth. "I guess you're right- there's a bed."
"No bed." I demanded, shaking my head no.
He stilled, pulling back as he looked at me incredulously. "What do you mean no bed?" His forehead crinkled cutely. "You said 'take me to bed, fuck me...' if I recall." He said surely. "There was even a 'please' in there."
I groaned. "It's an expression." I whined. "I want to to be... more adventurous." I explained, my heart slamming uncertainly in my chest.
"Adventurous how?" he questioned. 
I applauded him for not getting weird. He usually got weird if I requested things. "I want you to fuck me." I said low and sultry, my hand catching the back of his neck and dragging his mouth to mine. "Standing." 
"Standing?" he repeated, his eyes moving as he thought out the mechanics of that.
"Right here." I whispered, my hand in the fabric of his tank top and yanked him forward. "Against this window with the light of Seoul shining below us."
"Baby." He said uncertainly.
"Nobody is paying attention to this window. And it's pitch black in here." I refused, nipping his lip roughly, making him scowl in discomfort. "Please..." I whined for effect, letting my other hand skim down over his back muscles to his ass where I squeezed possessively. "Fuck me as hard as you can, Sannie- nobody is watching." I hissed. "Nobody knows it's us- you can be whoever you want to be, with me." I offered.
The words seems to...do something to him and he was kissing me like he had never kissed me before, hard, rough, like he wasn't... thinking it over... just doing. "Nhhhnng." He groaned heavily and he was hitching my thigh up, draping my leg over his hip as he pressed into me, his fingers crawling down my body, delving into the cleft of my ass, pressing against my entrance, making me gasp at the brashness of his actions. " Like that?" he growled and I was nodding, gasping, my head swimming with the possibilities of the new... uninhibited San.
"Y... yeah... I like it."
"Mmm." He replied, kissing my throat, sucking the skin roughly, pressing his teeth into my skin so it would leave a mark.
"Hhhhaaah!" I keened, rocking my hips against him, seeking more friction, needy and raw with want. "Yes... yes.. more..." I urged. 
My fingers were fumbling at his pajama pants, trying to curl inside the fabric and relieve him of the fabric. "No." he grunted, pausing his actions. 
"But..." I complained.
"You said I could be whoever I wanted, Wooyoung." He said, looking down at my lips, licking them hungrily. 
I nodded, eyes uncertain as I met his gaze.
"Then let me, for once... do some of the things I've always wanted to do to you."
"He'd been holding back?" My brain throbbed. "Pretending made it okay?" Followed immediately.
I mean, yeah- maybe our sexy time had been a bit... vanilla, but I had never complained... or found it... particularly lacking. Except... I could admit I was definitely the freakier of the two of us... always bringing up things to try that would spice it up... And then... after all that time... he wanted to show me he was kinky?