[Warning mild smut]

Seungcheol's jaw tightened as he felt Jeonghan's touch and heard his words. He should have been more surprised that Jeonghan was even complimenting him like this, but somehow he wasn't. The thief was always unpredictable, and it seemed that he was now in a strangely playful mood.

"Keep your goddamn hands to yourself," he growled lowly, trying to ignore the way Jeonghan's touch was making his skin tingle.

Jeonghan just chuckled, seemingly amused by his reaction. "Oh, come on," he said, his voice still sultry and suggestive. "You know you don't want me to stop."

Seungcheol gritted his teeth, his hands clenching into fists. "You're drunk," he said, his voice firm and steady. "You don't know what you're saying."

Jeonghan just smirked, his finger still tracing along SCoups arm. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm saying," he said, almost purring. "I know exactly how I affect you, Scoups. I can see it in your eyes, in the way you react to my touch."

"Shut up," he said, his voice coming out low and dangerous. "You think you know everything, don't you? You think you have some kind of power over me just because you can play these mind games."

Jeonghan smirked his voice low. "Well don't you want the diamond from me."

Seungcheol's eyes widened in surprise at Jeonghan's unexpected offer. "What?" he said, his voice wary. "Why the hell are you offering me the diamond all of a sudden?"

Jeonghan just smirked, still tracing his finger along his arm. "I have my reasons," he said cryptically. "But let's just say I'm in a good mood and feeling generous today."

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes, doubting Jeonghan's motives. "I don't trust you," he grumbled. "You're probably just trying to pull some trick on me again."

"Come on, Scoups." Jeonghan said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Don't you think I'm being sincere for once?" He leaned in a little closer, his breath ghosting against his ear. "Don't you think I want to make you happy?"

Seungcheol's body instinctively shivered at Jeonghan's proximity and his words, even as he tried his best to resist the thief's charms. "Don't play me for a fool," he said, his voice strained. "I know you're just trying to mess with my head again."

Seungcheol's eyes widened in shock as Jeonghan suddenly straddled his lap, the thief's legs on either side of his hips. He felt a rush of heat and desire as Jeonghan's weight pressed against him, and he instinctively grabbed the thief's waist to steady him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Seungcheol grumbled, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. He felt his body respond to Jeonghan's closeness, his heart rate quickening and his breath coming out in uneven puffs.

Jeonghan just chuckled, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting from the gang leader. "What, can't handle having me on your lap?" he teased, his voice still sultry and suggestive. He shifted his hips, grinding down against him and his grip on his waist tightened.

"Watch yourself," Seungcheol warned, his voice low and gravelly. He could feel Jeonghan's body pressing against his, and it was taking every ounce of his self-control not to just grab the thief and press him down onto the table and take him right there.

Jeonghan just smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Or what, you gonna punish me?" he teased, his hips moving again against him in a slow, lazy grind. "Are you gonna show me who's boss, S Coups?"

Something in Seungcheol snapped at Jeonghan's words and actions. He couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Jeonghan's hips and pulled him down onto his lap, hard. Jeonghan let out a gasp of surprise, his arms instinctively wrapping around Seungcheol's neck for support.

"You're playing with fire, you little tease," Seungcheol growled, his grip on Jeonghan's hips tightening. He could feel Jeonghan's body pressed against his, the thief's hips still moving against his, and it was driving him wild.

Jeonghan let out a gasp as Seungcheol suddenly picked him up and carried him towards one of the VIP rooms in the club. Seungcheol's grip on him was firm and strong, and Jeonghan couldn't help but feel a thrill go through him at the possessiveness in the gang leader's actions.

Seungcheol pushed open the door to a private VIP room and slammed it shut behind him, locking it with a click. The room was dimly lit, with plush couches and low tables scattered about. Without wasting any time, Seungcheol pushed Jeonghan up against the door, trapping him there with his body.

Jeonghan let out a gasp of surprise, his back pressed up against the cold metal of the door. His heart was racing, and he could feel the heat radiating off of Seungcheol's body as the gang leader pressed up against him, pinning him there.

Seungcheol's grip on Jeonghan's hips was firm and bruising, his fingers digging into the thief's flesh. "You've been teasing me all night," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Did you really think I was just going to sit there and take it?"

Jeonghan's breathing was ragged and uneven, the excitement and anticipation coursing through his body. He tried to come up with a witty response, but the words died in his throat as his mouth suddenly captured his in a searing kiss.

Seungcheol's hands moved from Jeonghan's hips to his thighs, his fingers tracing along the sensitive skin there. He pulled Jeonghan closer to him, pressing their bodies together, the heat and friction between them becoming almost unbearable.

Jeonghan couldn't help but let out a moan, his body arching involuntarily against SCoups. His hands tangled in his hair, pulling at the strands as the kiss grew even deeper, hungrier.

Seungcheol broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down Jeonghan's neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin. He could feel Jeonghan's pulse fluttering wildly under his lips, and it only drove him wilder.

Jeonghan let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against the door as his mouth continued to explore his neck. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, his body responding eagerly to the gang leader's touch.

Seungcheol's hands slid up under Jeonghan's shirt, his fingers tracing along the soft skin of his stomach. He could feel Jeonghan shudder under his touch, and it only fueled his desire even further.

Seungcheol's lips moved back up to Jeonghan's ear, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" he growled, his voice low and rough. "I can't tell if I want to strangle you or take you right here, right now."

Jeonghan let out a shaky laugh, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. "You could try the second option," he said, his voice a bit breathless. "I wouldn't mind, I promise."

Seungcheol's grip on Jeonghan tightened at his words, his fingers digging into the thief's flesh. For a brief moment, he actually considered doing just that - taking Jeonghan right then and there against the door. But he had more self-control than that. Barely.

"Get on the bed," he growled, his voice almost a command. He motioned towards the couch that was tucked into one corner of the room, the soft cushions and dim lighting adding to the overall atmosphere.

Jeonghan's eyes widened slightly at his demand, and for a moment he almost wanted to resist, to push Scoups buttons just a little bit more.

But then he caught the look on the gang leader's face - the heat in his eyes, the intensity in his gaze - and he knew that he was already hooked, caught in his web of desire.

Jeonghan's body felt like it was on fire as he lay down on the bed, the anticipation and excitement coursing through him. He watched as he followed him, stalking towards the bed like a predator approaching its prey.

Jeonghan let out a gasp as SCoups weight pressed down on him, the gang leader's body hard and solid against his. He arched his back instinctively, trying to get even closer to him, but the gang leader held him in place, his grip tight and unyielding.

Seungcheol's mouth trailed down Jeonghan's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. He could feel the thief's pulse racing beneath his lips, and it only fueled his own desire. His hands continued to pin Jeonghan's wrists above his head, enjoying the way the thief struggled against his grip.

Jeonghan let out a moan at the feel of his mouth on his neck, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He tried to move, to wrap his arms around the gang leader's shoulders, but his grip on his wrists was unyielding. He was completely at his mercy, and the thought only made him even more aroused.

Seungcheol nipped at Jeonghan's collarbone, his tongue tracing along the sensitive skin there. He could feel Jeonghan's body arching up against him, trying to get closer, but he kept the thief pinned down, his weight pressing him into the bed. He wanted to take this slow, to draw out the pleasure and make Jeonghan beg for more.

As Seungcheol looked down at Jeonghan, he couldn't help but wonder why he was doing this to the thief. It was a dangerous game, getting involved with him like this. But as he took in Jeonghan's flushed cheeks, his parted lips, the way he was struggling against his hold, he knew that he was already in too deep. He wanted Jeonghan, and he couldn't resist the urge to have him, consequences be damned.

Seungcheol's mouth moved to his ear, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" he growled, his voice low and rough. "I shouldn't be doing this, I should just kick your ass out of here and forget about all this. But I can't seem to resist you, damn it."

Jeonghan let out a shaky laugh at his words, his body involuntarily arching up against the gang leader's. "Is that your way of saying you're addicted to me, S Coups?" he teased, his voice a little breathless.

Seungcheol's grip on Jeonghan's wrists tightened at his words, his fingers digging into the thief's flesh. "Shut up," he growled, his eyes narrowing. "You know damn well what kind of effect you have on me. But it doesn't change the fact that you're still the annoying, infuriating thief who's caused me nothing but headaches."

Jeonghan let out a laugh again, the sound a little strained as his grip on his wrists didn't loosen. "Aww, don't be like that," he said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You know you love the chase. You love the thrill of trying to catch me."

Seungcheol couldn't deny it. There was something about Jeonghan that he couldn't resist, something that drew him in despite his better judgment. "I should hate you," he said, his voice a rough whisper. "But I can't seem to stop thinking about you, damn it."

Jeonghan's heart thumped at his words, the admission more than he was expecting. He could see the conflict in the gang leader's eyes, the war between his desire and his better judgment. The knowledge that he was just as affected by him as he was was thrilling.

Jeonghan's move surprised Seungcheol, reversing their positions so that the thief was now straddling him. Seungcheol's eyes widened as he looked up at him, surprise and desire warring on his face.

Jeonghan had somehow managed to take control of the situation, pinning him down to the bed with his weight. He could feel the gang leader's body react to his touch, the heat and tension building between them.

Seungcheol could feel Jeonghan's hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him. The thief's touch was firm yet gentle, his fingers tracing along the lines of Seungcheol's muscles, his touch sending sparks of desire racing through the gang leader's body.

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Um well bye-