#winnerwilly

[gotmehookedonthekpop]

Well, well, well... Isn't this an interesting combo in the ending couples montage.

[zo1nkss]

Winner had no idea how he got in this situation, or how to get himself out of it. Though at this point, he wasn't sure he really wanted out.

"Hold still." Willy grabbed him by the chin and forced him to turn his head. His tongue darted out and licked a trail up the side of Winner's neck, and Winner shuddered under his touch. He shoved harder against Willy, chest heaving with every breath he took. Goosebumps arose when Willy grazed sharp teeth over delicate skin and Winner made a sound he wasn't proud to admit came out of him.

"Get off!"

"You like it."

Winner hated that he was right. Hated that he could feel his pants getting tighter where he least wanted them to. But some part of him got this sadistic kind of satisfaction from it. "No!"

"Shut up already." Willy's free hand clamped over his mouth and suddenly he was in Winner's face, crowding his space and staring hard into his eyes. "The more you resist, the worse it'll be for you."

A shot of fear coursed through him, traveling lower and settling in his groin. It left him breathless for an entirely new reason and he went limp, letting the weight of Willy pin him to the wall thoroughly.

"That's what I thought." Willy smirked down at him and slowly dropped his hand from his face, reaching between them and making quick work of his button and zipper. Winner took a shaky breath but couldn't make himself break eye contact with Willy. Not when he slipped Winner's pants and boxers down enough to free his dick. Not when he lowered himself slowly onto his knees. Not when Winner's hand slipped easily into his hair, wrapped a bunch in his fist, and tugged hard. Not when Willy's tongue lazily spilled from his mouth and-

"Wake up!" Winner shot up in his chair at the sound of Willy shouting, clearing his throat and shaking the disorientation away. "Boss man has a joint mission for us. First one ever." Willy looked about as pleased by this news as Winner felt about his dream. A rolling sense of disgust seeped into his chest as he stared up at Willy, who was completely oblivious to the thoughts swirling around Winner's mind. "Are you coming or what? I will tell him if you ditch me and he won't be happy about it."

"Yeah, fine. Whatever." The annoyance was back with a vengence. Winner watched Willy turn and walk away, leaving him there. He hadn't so much as explained the mission, but at this point Winner really couldn't care less. He was just trying to think of ways to get rid of this aching boner before he had to get in a car and be in close proximity with the man he just imagined shoving Winner's cock in his mouth.