❛ i can see you enjoy having the upper hand for once. ❜ // from saeyoung!
it is a bad idea. of course it is, and vanderwood knows this logically. he should absolutely not have pulled saeyoung into a side-room mid-mission, should not have pressed himself so close to saeyoung, should not have whispered i cant stop fantasizing about you, you look gorgeous like this, in between pressing kisses to saeyoung's jaw, his cheek, his lips.
and yet, here they are, in a side-room at some fancy event they had been sent to in order to collect information, saeyoung dressed so beautifully in an evening gown with his makeup done up -- and saeyoung is on his knees, gazing up at vanderwood through long lashes. vanderwood's fingers are tangled in saeyoung's hair, and he is ever so subtly rocking his hips as saeyoung's tongue does something so delightfully sinful that vanderwood is almost certain he is having a religious experience.
it's better than whatever fantasies his mind, distracted by staring at saeyoung across a full room, could come up with.
lipstick marks pepper exposed skin, vanderwood covering his mouth with his hand as he fights back a moan. they can't be caught like this, god forbid, no one can notice they are gone--
as saeyoung pulls back with a pop, vanderwood lets out a shuddering breath. his free hand atop saeyoung's head, fingers tangled in his hair, vanderwood thinks that saeyoung has never looked more beautiful than like this.
as saeyoung speaks, tone teasing, vanderwood can't help but let out a shaky laugh, letting his hand drop from his mouth. " ...very much so, " he says, breathless, head spinning.
then, impatience winning as it so often does in these situations, vanderwood gently tugs on saeyoung's hair. " but did i tell you to stop?" he says, a mock-huffy scowl falling into place.
