D.O still hung around the door, staring round-eyed at the two.    Sehun narrowed his eyes at him when he saw his gaze drift towards Chaeyoung’s topless figure. “D.O” His voice reeled the boy from his trance. “AA-HH Yes?” He straightened up and wiped the drool that had leaked at the corner of his thick lips. “Leave.”   That lone word perked something in D.O’s head. He knew he was in deep trouble once Sehun was out of the room. The boy slammed the door shut and Sehun could clearly hear his hurried steps descending the stairs.   “We should go down.” Chaeyoung whispered, her voice husky. Her sight was unfocused and her body felt it was burning.    Sehun smirked, trailing his finger down her cheek, “But I haven’t tasted you yet.” His lips grazed hers briefly in a shrewd motion. Chaeyoung bit her lips but Sehun pecked her lips, “Don’t bite down on them like that.” His finger traced her lips.   Chaeyoung nodded rigidly, slowly withdrawing her teeth that clenched over her lower lip.   Sehun became breath-less from the seductive action. *Does she realise how much she affects me?* “Just a moment.” His words were barely a whisper as he tangled his hand into her signature, red hair.    His lips found hers again in a passion-filled kiss where he outlined her plush lips with his tongue. Chaeyoung whimpered a little as her grasp on his dress shirt tightened. She felt his tongue nudge her lips and she struggled with the conflict raging within her.   She had no time to be caught up in some relationship.   She wasn’t even supposed to be fraternizing with the enemy, especially not kissing him.   How could she just relieve herself unto him? Did she like him?   There was something about him that attracted her to him but she wasn’t sure if she liked the wolf with the mesmerising emerald eyes.    However, for now she wouldn’t contemplate about anything and immersed herself unto Sehun. It was wrong but she couldn’t resist this once.    She parted her lips with a small gasp and then the rest was a blur.    He was careful not to bite her but the way his tongue moved in sync with hers was simply mesmerising. He tasted like caramel and a mellow tint of marshmallows. “S-Sehun, th-here’s a…..s-spectator out that door.” Chaeyoung had heard steps approaching the room.   Sehun let out groan, reluctantly parting and placing a light kiss on his mark. “Go through one of my drawers and put a shirt on since…..” His hungry gaze lowered to her torn shirt that was untidily sprawled on the floor.    Chaeyoung promptly agreed in a daze. The spot on her neck where he pecked was burning, sending fuzzy vibes throughout her body. She was embarrassed a tint and quickly scurried to the one of many of Sehun’s wooden wardrobes.   Sehun smirked before he rolled his tongue over his lips. He could still taste her, the sweet combination of vanilla and fresh cherries. Delicious. Raking his fingers through his messy hair, he opened the door.   “Finished?” Suho knowingly asked, crossing his arms over his chest and ad