Sehun stood frozen in front of the elevator, unable to go home. He deliberated on his next move and crunched on the round candy, only half the size it had originally been. It was sweet and citrusy, leaving a tangy aftertaste—just like Yoonshin Do.
The moment Yoonshin crossed his mind, Sehun couldn’t hold back any longer.
It was the first time that he was determined to do something pointless.
He didn’t want to care anymore—que sera, sera.
“Hah… F*ck,” he muttered.
He repeatedly jabbed the elevator button and swiftly got on an elevator that happened to be going down.
The moment the door opened on the ground floor, he sprung out. He didn’t take long to act and luck was in his favor—thankfully, he spotted Yoonshin as he was about to enter the hallway leading to Building C. Upon finding the familiar back, Sehun grabbed the younger man’s wrist. Yoonshin jumped in surprise and had to stop himself from screaming after he saw who had grabbed him.
“Senior Attorney?” Yoonshin exclaimed in bewilderment.
Sehun calculated whether his house or Yoonshin’s was closer. Then, he stomped toward the elevator facing him, still holding onto the other’s wrist. Due to the lateness of the hour, an empty elevator opened before long. They naturally both got on.
“Senior Attorney, why are you—?” Yoonshin started to ask.
Thud. Before Yoonshin could finish, he was pushed forcefully against the wall. Sehun crushed his lips over the other’s, both hands fixing Yoonshin’s face to his. The kiss poured down tempestuous and rough like torrential rain.
“Ngh! Attorney—mmph, go slower—ngh!” Yoonshin gasped.
The bag in Yoonshin’s hand dropped to the floor. He draped his arms around the older man’s neck to stop himself from tipping over. Upon giving Sehun full access to his lips, Sehun roughly explored the inside of Yoonshin’s mouth, claiming it as his. While they were engrossed in each other, the elevator steadfastly took them up to Yoonshin’s house.
“Undo it,” Sehun rasped between their kiss. He pushed Yoonshin closer to the wall, pointing to the necktie with his chin. Yoonshin loosened the knot of his tie with trembling hands, and Sehun snatched the fabric away, shoving it into Yoonshin’s linty sweater. Then, he lifted Yoonshin.
Instinctively, Yoonshin crossed his legs around Sehun’s back and thrust his fingers into Sehun’s hair, absorbed by their intimate exchange. Heat bloomed between their pressed lips, and fluid dribbled from the gaps between their frenzied kisses.
Then, the elevator doors opened. They were still locked in an intense exchange. Sehun easily carried Yoonshin and exited the elevator, making his way in front of the door to an apartment. In swift coordination, Yoonshin reached out and felt out the keypad combination, unlocking the front door.
The door opened with a bright beep, and the two tumbled to the ground inside.
Yoonshin lay beneath Sehun, and the older man supported himself over Yoonshin. Filled with carnal desire, their eyes met, gazes crashing into each other.
Their hot sighs tickled each other’s chin, spreading their excitement.
“How did you know this was my place?” Yoonshin breathed.
“I can recite the address of your other residence,” Sehun replied, sounding husky.
Yoonshin had already figured that Sehun wouldn’t have taken anyone under his wing without checking their background in the first place.
“I have some things left to do later. How far are you planning on going?” Yoonshin asked.
“Do you have any condoms?” the other asked instead.
“Then as far as I can go without one. If you don’t want to, refuse me now.”
“Are you going to not do it if I refuse?”
“No, I think I must do it anyway.”