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Once returning to the party, San with fresh pants and Wooyoung with an entire outfit change, Mingi was eyeing them for a long few moments before approaching.
“...you two fuck back there?” Mingi smelled like beer, and Wooyoung cackled, continuing his walk over to the karaoke setup. He felt a lot more relaxed after changing, the latex hiding underneath soft fluff much more comfortable than he’d assumed it’d be. There was also the way San was fisting his back, keeping himself close to his bunny so he didn’t get too far. Cute.
“Not really.” Wooyoung answered with a smirk. The majority of people had gone, only a few people left from the tighter circle; Second Link and their partners, and a few of the Stray Kids members. Namely, Changbin on the center of the couch, with two men wearing cat-beanies resting on either of his shoulders, one black, one white. Of course Wooyoung recognized them both, but they looked out of it, slow blinking at Lee Minho as he sang his little rabbit-eared heart out to a certain quokka swaying a glowstick like a light stick.
“...know it’s pain but I really want so bad!”
Poor Minho already looked exhausted after hitting his high notes, but he quickly traded his duet partner his microphone for the glow stick, shaking it violently once it was handed over to him. Han immediately dipped into his rap and Wooyoung started bouncing on his toes excitedly, enjoying the fun they seemed to be having. He felt San’s hand on his waist and watched Han run out of breath near the end of his verse and he laughed, glancing at Minho just to see if he was laughing with him- And, he was.
“Love is so intuitive-”
Wooyoung realized the crowd had thinned substantially, San still gripping the back of his outfit as he wandered closer to the outdoor couches. San’s entire space was large, and Wooyoung really hadn’t gotten to appreciate it until now, people spread out comfortably on chairs and couches, enjoying their individual conversations as well as the energy the karaoke was bringing. And of course the karaoke was a hit, the entire billboard top ten mingling around San’s home like it was normal .
Mingi had followed them, but stopped to hype Han up during his rap, and Wooyoung watched them, amused. He ended up letting himself be pulled onto San’s lap, laying happily against his chest. But of course, he would never know a moment of peace. Mingi was rushing him all too suddenly and the song had changed to something much different. He did recognize the song, however, because The Black Cat Nero was one of H.A.L.A.’s older, more viral hits, which Hongjoong had produced, and he and Mingi had both featured on the track. Wooyoung recalled it from just after graduating college- It had been a pretty big deal especially during halloween time.
“Heeere kitty kitty kitty-” Mingi wiggled a microphone at San who batted it away, trying his hardest to avoid the attention but Yunho of all people had crept up alongside Mingi, a microphone in his fist as well.
“Come on, Sannah, it’s literally for you .” Yunho grinned, blue makeup a little smeared but he looked energetic.
“I am not singing -”
“Well why not?” Wooyoung pouted, and San shut his eyes with a sigh, then pushed his boyfriend to his feet.
“Fine, but you’re coming with me.” San grumbled, snatching the mic from Mingi and he did his very best to ignore the round of applause he gained, Changbin’s voice rising substantially over the rest of the group. The crowd was small, and drunk, and judging by the way half of the Stray Kids members were slumped in their seats, also high. Wooyoung had never seen Chris Bang look so at ease.
“San, you’re singing?” Hongjoong must have been half asleep on one of the chairs, because he popped up, crown over one of his eyes before he adjusted it.
“I’m being forced-”
“Oh, are you four getting the band back together?” Seonghwa clapped his gloved hands, pushing Hongjoong up to watch him hobble over to the microphone stands.
“Oh for the love of-”
“The band ?” Wooyoung watched San slump and hand his microphone over to the flower that had swayed his way over. Finally, Wooyoung saw his friend Yeosang for probably the first time since he’d left him, hanging off of Jongho’s arm and Wooyoung raised his brows at him. Yeosang just shushed him and Wooyoung bit his cheek, turning around excitedly before Jongho’s voice knocked the wind out of everyone.
“...my cute black cat…”
Wooyoung immediately recalled the premise of the song, watching Jongho make his way over to San, his little black cat , and boop his nose, making everyone else laugh. His voice was beautiful, full, and it made Wooyoung’s skin raise with goosebumps- It always sounded incredible in his songs, but hearing it live was something completely different. The little guitar riff had captured a few dancers- Hyunjin rising from the dead, busting into a very lazy rendition of the choreography, along with Minho, Mingi, and San . He was hardly moving, but Wooyoung could tell he knew every single move by heart, his body unfortunately compelled to just move when he heard the music for the dance break.
The break was cut by the rap, Hongjoong and Mingi riffing off of each other until Hongjoong took the first verse, and Wooyoung was back to bouncing on his toes, grinning wide, witnessing Kim Hongjoong go from sleep drunk to absolutely demonic in just a few seconds. The man was a performer, that was for sure. Wooyoung felt bad that he’d been confined to work at a desk- The man deserved to be on stage.
He was surprised when Hongjoong turned and pushed the mic toward Seonghwa, who seemed just as surprised by the microphone in front of him but he sang anyway, bobbing his head as he recalled the lyrics to a song he’d definitely heard hundreds of times while working at H.A.L.A. And when San finally cut in, taking over the next line, his voice trained and beautiful and just like Wooyoung remembered, Wooyoung stared at him for the entire duration of his very short verse. He felt like the dust had been knocked off of some deep , deep memory he’d just recalled, and-
“Oh my f-”
Jongho picked up the chorus of the song and Wooyoung shut his mouth, lazily doing the little dance when everyone else did, witnessing something happen to his Choi San. It was like he stopped suppressing something and the lights came on, his body hitting every note perfectly. He took over the verse after Jongho and Wooyoung got to see it again. The ferocity in his expression as he ditched his microphone and moved without it, singing and dancing like it was an itch he had to scratch.
Choi San’s body moved and the music followed, not the other way around.
Another dance break in the music, and San almost didn’t fall into it with Mingi and Hongjoong, but the other two were unabashedly doing the choreography and having a great fucking time, so he figured why the hell not? It’d be more embarrassing trying to act like he was too mature for something like dancing to his own song . Wooyoung was just enthralled , bobbing with the rest of the tiny crowd of idols and their loved ones, enjoying the free show.
For as much shit as Wooyoung gave Mingi, he was an incredible rapper. He was fun to watch and listen to, and Han returned the favor of hyping him up, jumping up and down until his verse was over, then ran off excitedly somewhere into the back yard only for Minho to have to chase him down.
“-If you fall for sweet nothings, I can't help you if you regret it-”
The absolute last voice Wooyoung had expected to hear was Yeosang’s , his friend squinting up at the lyrics while Jongho held his mic for him, and Wooyoung did not miss the way Jongho was looking at him, a fondness in his eyes that was hard to miss. And then Yunho, his blue caterpillar friend was dragged to the middle, Mingi grinning and watching him try and follow the lyrics, but he ended up stumbling off in laughter after he fucked up some of the words. Wooyoung was laughing too, up until he turned back to San, only to find a microphone in his face.
“This cute friend of mine is a black cat-”
And fortunately, Wooyoung didn’t miss a beat. He really didn’t even need the lyrics- He’d loved this song, loved this part because he’d loved the guy that had sung it, when he’d listened to it in the past. Thought his voice was so pretty , compared to everyone else on the track. Hongjoong and Mingi were incredible rappers, Jongho was a powerhouse, but there had been something so delicate about the fourth singer that made Wooyoung back the track up a few times, the first time he’d heard it. Wooyoung watched him with an excited grin and San only made him sing one verse but he looked so proud . Wooyoung wasn’t sure he’d ever seen that sparkly look in his eye, before. San took over after him, grinning as he sang the rest of his verse and then put the mic in his pocket again, just so he could dance.
Wooyoung wasn’t sure how he was doing it, but Hongjoong was doing crowd work with Mingi, hyping up their tiny, half asleep audience to get on their feet and sing along, and to his surprise, everyone did. San was enjoying himself right along with them despite his earlier distaste for the entire idea, his cute cat ears still clipped onto his head securely.
“You change your mind, you're a playful one~”
Wooyoung had ended up with a microphone one more time, so he was the only one to pick up after Jongho’s verse, bobbing to the music while he finished out the final lyrics and got completely overtaken by Jongho’s high note, which had Han Jisung back at the front of the crowd, on his knees.
And then, there was quiet, for a deafening moment. Only to be followed by a tiny ‘meow’ from the end of the track and San turned to look over his shoulder and threw up a cat paw and a wink.
And then he realized what the fuck he was doing, shoulders slumping in embarrassment before making his way hurriedly back to the couch. Wooyoung was on him immediately .
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“Oh, thank god there are no phones.” San groaned, trying his best to ignore his boyfriend's revelation, no matter how adorable it was.
“What the fuck do you mean you were ‘in a group’? ” Wooyoung gaped, sitting on San’s lap while Chris took over the projector so they could all sit and watch some of the newer music videos from other idol groups. The vibe was extremely relaxed and Wooyoung still had two edible gummies in his fist because he was too busy trying to wiggle information out of his popstar ceo boyfriend to remember to put them in his mouth.
“I- It wasn’t an official thing - My dad didn’t even let me attach my name to it.” San chuckled, petting Wooyoung’s thigh lazily, covered in fluffy material and Wooyoung made a face, finally tossing back the gummies he’d been given.
“Okay, you still had fans , though!” Wooyoung retorted, watching San roll his eyes.
“Hardly. They were there for the other three. Nobody pays attention to the choreographer and backing vocals.” San chuckled but Wooyoung wasn’t having it, brows furrowed, very serious all of a sudden.
“I paid attention .” Wooyoung pouted, and San’s face softened, letting Wooyoung kiss his cheek and lay against his chest.
“ You being my fan wasn’t on my life bingo card.” San huffed, and Wooyoung crossed his arms, peeking up at the screen to watch the video playing. It seemed to be a new girl group singing about a pasta dish and San squinted at the screen as well before looking back down at his boyfriend.
They stayed cuddled up like that for a while, and Wooyoung was mostly stuck in his own head, letting San’s mini-concert play back in his mind, wishing he could hear more from him. He’d have to get him to sing some other time. San was mindlessly stroking Wooyoung’s fluffy thighs, hiking him up as high as he could on his lap and Wooyoung did enjoy the tight hold San had on him, for a little while at least. But eventually, his inside thoughts made their way outside, unable to be contained by his clamped mouth any longer.
“Why didn’t you keep performing? You all are so talented- ”
“I had real life things I had to do, like be my dads replacement.” San cut him off, only making Wooyoung pout and slump against him.
“I hate him.” Wooyoung grumbled, and San made a face, pushing Wooyoung back to eye him.
“My dad is a nice man, you haven’t even met him.” San chuckled, but he understood the sentiment, and that Wooyoung wasn’t being all that serious.
“Well, he didn’t let you follow your potential, and now you have to go to work every day and answer emails on the weekends .” Wooyoung’s pout was intense , so San hugged him into his chest and opened his mouth for a gummy when Mingi waddled by with his little bag of treats.
“I like my job, baby.” San hummed, chewing the blueberry flavored THC he’d been gifted. “I make way more doing this than I would being an idol, anyway.” San kept his voice low, not wanting to cause some kind of workplace drama- Though, arguably he paid his idols the most fairly of any other company currently on the market, so they were all doing pretty well for themselves. Jongho actually made more than San, if he’d had to crunch the numbers on it.
“S’not all about money , Sannah.” Wooyoung huffed, rolling his eyes with an annoyed tone and San sighed.
“It was when I had a certain camboy to pay for.” San bumped their noses together but Wooyoung rolled off of his lap, slipping through his fingers when he tried to grab him.
“You did not have to spend all that money on me. It didn’t even help you meet me .” Wooyoung seemed irritated, and San watched him wander off, waddling into the house.
“Wooyoungah!” San called after him, brows knit together but he decided not to follow after him, in case he was actually irritated. He’d never really had any serious disagreements with Wooyoung, or fights, for that matter. Mostly silly little things that just ended up in a pissed off makeout session and one of them on their knees in apology. So, he didn’t chase him. Just sat back and sipped on his water, watching the next video Chris put up. San didn’t even realize the weed had hit him until Wooyoung returned, plopping back onto his lap and he slipped his hand over his waist.
His bare waist.
He felt like he should have reacted faster than he did. He’d lazily traced his fingers over latex for a full minute before looking down, watching Wooyoung’s legs cross over his lap. He took a sharp breath in and stared down at the squish of his thighs against each other, the way his whole body curved and fit perfectly in San’s lap like it belonged there. His eyes rolled up higher, fingers pushing against the fat bowed over the top of Wooyoung’s skirt, then looked up further, over the latex bralette that really shouldn’t have fit him as well as it did. The light lavender complimented his tanned skin beautifully and San groaned, but dug his fingers into Wooyoung’s waist and met his eye.
“Go change.” San spoke through his teeth and Wooyoung’s spine straightened.
“And why would I do that?” Wooyoung whispered, batting his eyes at him, watching San’s face darken just a little. They were both fully aware that not a single soul left at the party cared what Wooyoung was wearing. Nobody here was looking at him like that, more than half of the attendees weren’t even single. But that didn’t stop that jealousy in San’s gut from rearing its ugly head like it had earlier, but this time it was ten times more obvious.
“Because you don’t need to parade around here like this.” San huffed, fingers digging into Wooyoung’s ribs when he felt him try to lean away.
“Would you rather I take my top off? Match you?” Wooyoung grinned and flicked a finger lightly over San’s nipple, and the older man snatched his wrist, tucking it into his lap.
“What’s gotten into you?” San hissed, and Wooyoung chewed his lip, crossing one leg over the other to expose his upper thigh on one side. “Jung Wooyoung -” San huffed, pushing Wooyoung’s skirt down, but the younger just whined and pulled his hand away. San saw Mingi staring over at them and he snapped . “Up, now.” San nodded and started getting to his feet, but Wooyoung slipped away from him, weaving behind Changbin’s couch, making his way over to Yeosang and Jongho.
“What are you doing to him?” Yeosang chuckled, both of them unphased by Wooyoung’s outfit change- they’d all seen more risque outfits that night, from both idols wanting to let loose and San’s employees deciding to live it up for the night.
“Nothing! Why do you assume the worst of me?” Wooyoung smiled, then gestured between the two of them.
“Wooyoung-”
“You be good to him, you hear me?” Wooyoung eyed Jongho, who just looked back at him and gave him a very serious nod, which honestly made Wooyoung happy. Jongho was a pretty good guy, especially since he was so close to San. He trusted anybody San trusted, the man was a pretty good judge of character.
Speaking of.
“Up.” San grabbed Wooyoung's arm, yanking him up by his armpit. Wooyoung whined. Loudly . The noise made San’s face red, his annoyance showing on his expression for a few seconds before he reigned it back in. When Wooyoung caught a glimpse of his face, he noticed how dark his features looked. It made his breath hitch and his mouth felt dry, letting San tug him back into the house.
There really wasn’t much going on inside, the majority of the remaining party-goers convening outside or getting ready to leave. San pulled him a little more roughly down the hall, fingers digging into the soft fat of Wooyoung’s upper arm as he jerked him into their room. He made a point to close the door gently so it wouldn’t draw attention, flicking the lock behind him. Wooyoung thought maybe he’d have a second or two to get his bearings, but San had him backed up against the wall before he could do anything, looming over him with a dark expression that made Wooyoung’s thighs shake.
“Daddy-”
“Don’t.” San turned him, forcing Wooyoung’s cheek into the wall as he took a rough hold of his hips, ignoring him when he whimpered at the rough treatment. “Stick your ass out, I know that’s all you wanna do.” San hissed, and Wooyoung let his forehead rest on the wall, shifting so his hips were further back and his back was bowed forward. “Can I?” San held his phone up, having snagged it from the bedside table and Wooyoung looked down at it, camera app open already.
“ Mmhmm .” Wooyoung nodded quickly, fingers digging into the wall when San set the camera up to record them, just their lower halves, but that was all Wooyoung needed. He could see San pushing his skirt up, tugging his latex ‘shorts’ to the side- They were more underwear than anything.
“Why do you insist on being the center of attention at all times?” San huffed, sliding his palm over Wooyoung’s bare ass before bringing his hand down over it, the harshness making Wooyoung yelp and jolt forward. “Ass out.” San jerked his hips back and Wooyoung immediately started to feel like he was floating. His heated, red cheek pressed to the cool wall as San brought another hard smack over his ass and made him yelp, but he kept his mouth closed, worried about getting caught. “Do I not give you enough attention on your own? You have to get it from Mingi, and Changbin , and Yunho?” San hissed, and Wooyoung’s brows raised, then knit tight together when he smacked him again and grabbed the meat of his ass.
“Mnn, you do , I just-” Wooyoung bit his lip to hide his grin, body jolting with another harsh smack and he felt his leg start to shake. “It’s fun.” Wooyoung finally hissed out his answer and San leaned closer, thumb swiping over the redness on his ass.
“What’s fun?” San spoke against the shell of his ear and Wooyoung couldn’t read his tone. Something deep and dark and hungry that made his dick swell against the latex he was testing San’s patience with.
“Getting you to treat me like this.” Wooyoung jolted when he cracked his hand over his ass again, and San pressed his entire body to the wall, fingers digging harshly into his waist.
“You think you’ll get what you want like this?” San wondered, and Wooyoung nodded, arching back into San, pressing his spine to his stomach.
“Mm, since what I want is exactly this , I think I will.” Wooyoung hummed, and expected it when all of San’s contact slipped away, leaving Wooyoung cold against the wall.
“Turn.” San huffed, and Wooyoung just grinned, sticking his ass back out until San grabbed him and manhandled him the way he wanted him, slamming his back to the wall.
“Rude.” Wooyoung hissed, letting San undress him, and he whined when the latex between his chest snapped and fell away. It was impressive, and a little scary, San being able to snap it that easily.
“No, you know what’s rude , Young-ah?” San leaned closer to his face and reached down behind him, tugging on the plug he was wearing. “Parading around like this after making me cum in my pants like some kinda teenager.” San grumbled, and Wooyoung giggled, legs wobbling when San yanked his plug out, hearing it thud on the floor under them.
“You did that all by yourself. How was I supposed to know you were some kinda furry -” San cut him off and pushed him around again, cheek squished to the wall and Wooyoung pushed his hips back. “Mnn-” Wooyoung felt the anticipation tighten in his chest when San pushed his bottoms down, but he left the skirt tight around his waist of course . “It is pretty though, right?” Wooyoung asked, and San just let out a sharp breath. Wooyoung could hear the slick noise of his fist over his cock and his own stomach tensed, wanting to be full so badly .
“It’s very pretty, baby. S’too bad you wasted it on everyone else.” San huffed, running the tip of his cock over his hole and Wooyoung jerked back, making San slip past it.
“I can wear it again…” Wooyoung mumbled, whimpering when San rearranged himself and forced the tip of his dick inside, and Wooyoung realized to his horror that he was wearing a condom. Not that it was a bad thing, just… Wooyoung loved when San made a mess of him, inside and out. “Why?” Wooyoung’s whining was over the top and constant , so San pushed his hand over his mouth and jerked his hips forward. He caught the gurgled moan Wooyoung let out when he stuffed him full in one go, halting when he felt Wooyoung’s legs shake.
“Because you get nothing. ” San hissed, and Wooyoung tried to breathe, his gasps tight and constricted but San’s hips moved almost immediately and he groaned, nails scraping on the wall. “You don’t get my cum , you don’t get to walk around like a half dressed whore -” San hissed, and Wooyoung’s chest heaved, San’s knuckles resting on the wall between it and his face where he muffled his noises. San was certain he felt tears pool over his fingers, then drip down his knuckles, his pace harsh and ruthless, but he knew damn well this was what Wooyoung had been aching for.
Wooyoung had been begging him to be more rough, to take out his aggression every once in a while, since San had a bad- well, good - habit of being far too soft unless Wooyoung begged for it. So San had agreed to indulge Wooyoung’s needs , though he never found a great time to do something like that… Wooyoung had a bad- also good - habit of melting under any push from San, no matter how small. San never had the opportunity to be rough with him, not until Wooyoung decided to act out and serve him the opportunity on a silver platter.
Wooyoung felt his knee get yanked up, pulled up to the side when San pushed him closer to the wall. The stretch in his thigh made him groan, mouth still trapped under San’s fingers- Balancing on one foot was nerve wracking, especially when his ass was getting used like it was. But, Wooyoung realized San was showing the camera what he was doing to his hole, the way Wooyoung was stretched around him, so tight he could hardly stand it. San pushed his fingers into his mouth to muffle his noises that way, pressing over his tongue roughly to make Wooyoung gag and choke.
“ Ah , fuck -” San hissed, bending to bite down on Wooyoung’s shoulder, his hips knocking forward at an uneven pace before he stopped, jerking Wooyoung’s body into the wall as he reached his peak. “Shit- Youngah… ” San felt drool pooling around his fingers, dripping down Wooyoung’s chin since they were still stuffed inside him to keep him quiet- Though, the knocking against the wall was probably not the quietest thing in the world. Wooyoung gasped and let out a pleasured moan when San removed his wet fingers from his mouth and wrapped them around his cock, fucking into him, stroking him, and Wooyoung felt his whole body go weak, almost numb, up until he was cold and empty and San had moved off of him completely .
“Hey-” Wooyoung stumbled when he was back on both feet wobbling back into San but he helped steady him before letting him go again. “Wh-” Wooyoung watched him tear his condom off, cock still hard but coated in his spend and Wooyoung had some nasty thoughts about what he wanted to do with that .
“Go get your cock ring.” San nodded, sounding out of breath and Wooyoung blinked at him trying to get his fried brain to boot back up again. “Go.” San huffed, patting Wooyoung’s ass over the latex skirt he was still wearing.
“Sannah-” Wooyoung whined, little tears forming on his lashes, and San raised a brow at him,
“Go! I told you, you get nothing for acting like that.” San scoffed, chuckling at his poor boyfriend when he started giving him those pathetic, pleading eyes. San had maybe overestimated his willpower.
“... Sannah. ” Wooyoung huffed, gripping the hem of the skirt, stretching it to cover his leaking erection and San used every ounce of his very minimal self control not to look at him.
“Youngah, you’re not- No, go get it.” San huffed, tossing his condom in the trash before turning to buckle his belt and oh, the look on Wooyoung’s face. San had never seen him look like such a brat before. “Right now.” San nodded his head and Wooyoung didn’t move, just let his lip jut and his eyes drip and San moved up to him, squeezing his cheeks between his fingers. “What are you doing?” San couldn’t mask the chuckle he let out, a smile quirking his lips up when Wooyoung’s pout got somehow poutier .
“I wanna cum too.” He huffed, mouth thick with spit and San crumbled immediately. He was not cut out to be a brat tamer, not in this lifetime. He was just lucky Wooyoung was generally pliant, and listened to him.
“Oh, you do?” San softened, still trying to maintain a shred of control and Wooyoung nodded, daring to try and bump their noses together .
“Please?” San stepped away, moving past him to the little toybox Wooyoung kept some of his smaller items in. Including his cock ring. “San!” He returned with it between his fingers and Wooyoung choked out a little sob, but he let San move him around, arms wrapped around him from behind so they could go stand in front of his phone camera and Wooyoung had a death grip on San’s wrists.
“How about this ?” San leaned against him, feeling Wooyoung’s whole body melt into him, his legs shaking visibly in the camera. His poor little cock was dripping, clearly excited by the entire ordeal but his frustrated tears were just as real. “Let go of my hands, first.” San waited, watching him in the camera until Wooyoung unlatched his hands from his wrists and balled them into fists by his sides. “Now apologize .” San smoothed a hand over his tummy, the other cupping his balls from the front and Wooyoung shook, gripping San’s arms just for something to hold on to. He felt so weak . He let out the tiniest ‘I’m sorry’ and San scoffed, stretching the cockring with two of his fingers. Wooyoung gasped and leaned back harder.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry- I’m sorry, Sannah-” Wooyoung sobbed, squirming, breath getting heavier and San pulled the band back into his fist with a grin.
“Sorry who ?” San whispered, bumping his ear with his nose as he spoke and Wooyoung felt like he was ready to pass out, breath catching in his throat.
“Sorry, daddy.” He breathed out, and San smiled, tugging him backwards, wrangling him onto the edge of the bed where he pulled him onto his lap. Wooyoung was all giddy, scrambling onto San’s lap, hips twitching when he unzipped the skirt to let that fall away.
“Beg, just a little. You’re so cute when you do it.” San smiled and felt hands all over him, fingers sliding through the hair at his nape while Wooyoung pressed needy kisses along his throat, cheek, up over his ear.
“Please? I wanna cum- ” Wooyoung breathed his wishes out between kisses, making San smile and chuckle, his hands shifting down between the two of them. “Please, please.” Wooyoung’s voice was just an airy breath, feeling San’s hand wrap around the base of his cock and he shook, hips jutting forward. “Sannah!” Wooyoung whined when San held him tight, not letting him catch any friction and he had the mind to look down between them. “Wait- No! You said-”
“I didn’t say anything. I told you to apologize, and I told you to beg.” San smiled against Wooyoung's frustrated expression and slipped the cock ring down over him, grinning when Wooyoung yanked on the back of his hair with an irritated moan. Tears welled back up in his eyes and he got so red , breath quickening when he realized he was not getting what he wanted, actually.
“No, you said-” Wooyoung drew his brows together and San pushed his hands around his waist, tugging him in by the small of his back. It seemed like he finally gave up, cheek plopping down on San’s broad shoulder and San felt proud that he’d stuck it out and made it through that entire ordeal. There was still the matter of Wooyoung crying on him, but that he could handle.
“Poor pretty thing.” San sighed, running his hand over his spine, feeling his body shudder just a little as it tried to relax but was just wound so tight .
“How long do I have to wait?” Wooyoung sniffled, and San smirked, nipping the side of his neck to feel Wooyoung’s body twitch and arch into him, seeking out his affection.
“Depends on how you behave. Put your cute little outfit back on and let’s go finish up this party, yeah?” San felt Wooyoung nod, lifting his head and San softened, reaching up to fix his pretty two-toned bangs, tucking them back nicely. His eyes were puffy, a little far away in their gaze but San kissed his nose, watching them flutter closed.
“I love you.” Wooyoung whispered, and San sighed, cupping his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. Wooyoung’s fingers found purchase on his wrists, weak in their grasp but Wooyoung was still trying to come down.
“Love you too, honey.” San bumped their noses together and Wooyoung squirmed, waiting until San let him go to go find his bunny onesie and pull that back on.
The thing was big and thick enough that really, nobody would be able to tell he was hard and desperate, under there. Especially not if he gripped the front of it like he was, hiking the bottoms up a little since they rode kind of low. San just kept staring at him, watching him get himself ready to a point where he felt comfortable enough to venture back out into the party. He pulled the hood up over his head, cute ears flopping down near his shoulders and San snorted, covering his face before peeking up at him again.
“Honey bunny.”
“Do not.”
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Waddling around the party with a cock ring on really wasn’t as awkward or uncomfortable as Wooyoung worried it’d be, it was mostly just embarrassing.
He stayed stuck like glue to San’s side, fingers hooked through his belt as they moved around to send off some of the guests that were leaving. Mostly San’s employees, ones that had never met Wooyoung before and probably got the first impression of him that he was some clingy boyfriend . If only they knew .
“Wooyoungie, come karaoke with me.” Mingi bumped into them and Wooyoung realized the poor guy was substantially more drunk and high than he had been the last time he’d seen him. Jongho was following behind him with two half empty bottles of soju, and Yeosang was behind him carrying a stack of shot glasses.
“What are you three up to?” San snorted, watching Mingi grab his boyfriend by the bunny ear and pull him away.
“Why are you insufferable?” Wooyoung whined, but followed after him anyway, noting his little crew was following them as well.
“Mingi made a drinking game, so we’re helping him get everyone else drunk so we look less drunk.” Jongho nodded, and San realized how red Jongho’s neck looked. Yeosang’s, too, but he knew Yeosang a little less so he wasn’t sure if maybe his foundation just wasn’t a match.
“And what is the game, exactly?” San found his couch again, half taken up by Yunho, so he slid in across from him and slumped back. Clearly, playing aggressive dominant took a lot out of him. That, or the weed gummies were finally hitting him.
“You take a shot every time you mess up a lyric.” Mingi grinned, almost dropping his microphone but Jongho was losing it, snickering at his friend while Wooyoung sifted through the songs they had to pick from.
“Mingi, you’re going to get alcohol poisoning.” Yunho chuckled at him but was watching him closely, making sure to keep an eye on him since he was certain everyone else was willing to let him make a complete fool of himself for a laugh. Not that that wouldn’t be funny … just… no, it would be funny. “Mingiyah, I bet you can’t rap in two times speed!” Yunho called, and San pinched his nose in a laugh, watching Mingi point over to the cerulean man with a very serious look on his face.
“Bet!”
“Oh, this is going to be so easy .”
♡
To Wooyoung’s credit, he did quite well. He only ended up taking one shot, while Mingi was on his fifth and on the floor , giggling up a storm while he tried to finish rapping his own song and kept forgetting the lyrics. Yunho had left his spot on the couch to go attempt to help, tears in his eyes while Mingi tried to pull him down. The party had gone from lax to kind of unstable, small groups of conversation happening all over the patio, a larger group that had formed inside to pick at the remainder of the treats, and Yeosang staring Wooyoung down with a pre-poured shot in his hand, waiting for him to fuck up.
But, he didn’t, ending out his rendition of Hot Issue with hardly any mistakes and a layer of sweat under his bangs. He did abandon the microphone as soon as he could, rushing back to San to take his seat on his lap again. He was just lucky Mingi had forgotten about him in favor of bothering Yunho, the poor man trying to wrangle a grown adult off the floor and onto a couch, or any other surface. That surface just ended up being the cushion beside San and Wooyoung, Mingi sinking into it while Yunho tried to extricate himself and it just didn’t work, getting himself trapped in a big, soft, Mingi bear hug.
“You are trashed my friend. Feel free to stay over, okay?” San worried over him, then looked up to Yunho, who was pink in the face and squished to Mingi’s chest, half on his feet, half kneeling on the couch.
“He’ll take you up on that.” Yunho nodded, exasperated, and Mingi just whined, plopping to the side, taking Yunho with him. “Mingi!” Yunho squirmed until he broke free, stumbling back a few steps when Mingi tried to link their ankles together to keep him from getting away.
“I can’t decide if you two are brothers or lovers.” Wooyoung snickered, feeling San pull at him to turn him in his lap. Wooyoung obliged, rolling around to let himself face San, arms wrapping around his neck while his knees tucked up on the couch beside them.
“We are neither of those things.” Yunho huffed, and Mingi looked struck, blinking awkwardly for a minute before he rolled to his feet. “Oh, what now ?” Yunho whined, wandering after him, both of them slipping into the house. It looked like the karaoke was abandoned for good, the screen left to idle while everyone turned to conversation rather than entertainment.
“Did you have a good time, Sannah?” Wooyoung murmured, cheek resting against San’s shoulder, looking up at him while San’s hand stroked mindlessly over his thigh. The older nodded, looking down to push a kiss to his temple, then leaned back, watching over the partygoers. Changbin was leading a very sleepy looking Lee Felix into the house, pink ears flopping as they presumably made their way out. San didn’t expect to get many formal goodbyes, fully understanding that most of the people there were either exhausted, high, or drunk, and completely not even thinking about San or the fact that this was his house. Chris Bang did come over, though, one of his younger members dressed as a little tan puppy half asleep on his back.
“Thank you, for this. They don’t get to do this kinda thing very often.” Chris smiled down at San, eyes flashing to Wooyoung, who had decided to play his role of sleeping boyfriend very thoroughly, doing everything besides actually sleeping.
“Yeah, man. My boys either. I hope we can keep doing it, it really looks like everyone had a blast.” San grinned up at him and tucked Wooyoung’s head under his chin, feeling his partner squirm closer against him.
“New years?” Chris gave him a hopeful smile and San nodded, waving goodbye when Chris tried to hoist the boy up higher and turned, sending him a final nod goodbye.
“New years, huh?” Wooyoung hummed, feeling San’s hand tighten on his waist. He wiggled even closer, his whole body completely rolled against San’s, arms tight, knees tucked.
“Mmm, would you like to? We can host something. Or we can go out.” San hummed, rocking him a little, watching Wooyoung fight off a yawn. It was quite late, nearing two in the morning but most of these idols had no sense of a sleep schedule, so that was expected.
“I’ll do whatever, s’long as it’s with you.” Wooyoung hummed, smiling when San slipped a cold hand between his thighs, warming them between plush skin. “You better put on a shirt, or something.” Wooyoung hummed, then stiffened, feeling San’s finger brush the underside of his cock. “ S’nah- ” Wooyoung muttered, squirming closer, face tucked into his neck and he felt him tracing the silicone constricting his dick. He’d stuck his hand between the buttons in his onesie, easily covered and hidden by the copious material.
“San, we’re heading out.” Hongjoong had Seonghwa’s arm slung over his shoulder, his husband looking half asleep on his shoulder, much like Wooyoung seemed to anyone else. San nodded, finger hooking under silicone as he carried on a perfectly normal conversation. Wooyoung could not pay attention, wanting to do nothing more than spread his legs and fuck San’s fist until he came -
“ Nn -” Wooyoung’s muscles were so tight and he let a tiny noise slip, snuggling closer to really play up the he’s definitely sleeping facade. He was getting painfully hard all over again and San kept tugging, finger wiggled under the silicone until he started actually pulling it off and Wooyoung’s brain started sizzling.
“Yeah, we’ll see you Monday. Maybe we can have a company lunch, or something.” San nodded, tugging the ring all the way off and Wooyoung sighed heavily into his neck. San turned and let a peck on his cheek, then leaned to rest his own cheek on Wooyoung’s.
“Mmm, bring Youngie! Seonghwa felt bad that he didn't get to see him, much.” Hongjoong huffed, and San chuckled, smoothing a hand over Wooyoung’s back while his other hand slipped out of the fabric, only to slide over the outside and rub over his poor boyfriend's erection, incredibly soft material creating the strangest kind of friction.
“I will. He’ll wanna come, anyway. I can’t get him to stay home longer than a day or two.” San smiled, continuing the conversation while Wooyoung fought the horrible need to buck his hips. His breaths were short and quick and San kept rubbing him, such little movement that nobody would pick up on it but it was driving Wooyoung crazy. Finally, Hongjoong took off, and Wooyoung sighed, slumping a little before rucking his hips forward and tensing back up.
“Nngh, jus’ a little more-” Wooyoung slurred, his voice hardly audible but it was right against San’s ear so he heard it loud and clear. He gripped him through the fabric and stroked him, fucking Wooyoung’s dick through a tight bunch of soft plush, hearing the way his breath went ragged. “Hhh- ugh, Sannah, faster-” Wooyoung felt a hand on his shoulder and tightened up, then heard San speak up.
“He’s tired… soju and weed didn’t agree with him I don’t think.” San huffed, and Yeosang just nodded, petting his friend's head as Jongho led him out of the party.
“This isn’ fair, Sannah-” Wooyoung felt tears in his eyes and swallowed on a groan, feeling San’s grip tighten, giving him more friction but not enough speed. “Please? Please? ” Wooyoung had little tears on his lashes and he pushed them against San’s neck, his breath hot against San’s throat as he slipped his hand underneath the fabric again. He tightened his fingers around Wooyoung’s cock and gave him full strokes, fist tight and Wooyoung felt his stomach shudder. He bucked his hips twice before he heard footsteps, fingers digging into San’s hair when he had to fight himself to stay still. It was someone Wooyoung didn’t recognize by their voice, San’s hand moving carefully but quickly, hiding his jerking expertly, even Wooyoung couldn’t see the flex of his muscle.
“Mmhm, he’s got a stomach ache, I think.”
San’s voice was low and soft and Wooyoung felt like the room was spinning, fingernails digging into his bare back as he carefully readjusted and San helped him with his other hand. The third party eventually left them and Wooyoung hurried to yank San’s hand away, the other man confused but Wooyoung sat up to spit into his palm. He plopped back down onto his shoulder and San snickered, chewing his lip as he glanced around to make sure nobody would watch him slip his hand back into Wooyoung’s clothes. He wasn’t caught, and San felt his heart beating out of his chest when Wooyoung breathed hard and hot against his neck again.
“I c- I can cum, right?” Wooyoung tried to ask, but another person approached them and Wooyoung felt his toes curl in his socks, feet digging into the couch before San stopped the movements of his hand for a moment, just to get through the conversation. One of his employees, nothing too long, but it was long enough that Wooyoung was sniffling by the end of it, by the time she left. He started gnawing on the side of San’s throat to quiet himself, high pitched keen on his breath when San moved his fist again, the slide hot and wet and perfect. “Please lemme cum, daddy.” Wooyoung did his very best to be as quiet as he could, knowing damn well this could get San in big trouble if they got caught. San smiled into his cheek and kissed the soft skin there.
“Course, honey. Do it for me, right here, where eeeeverybody can see you.” San licked his teeth and felt Wooyoung’s body shake, quickening the pace of his fist for him. Wooyoung’s legs kicked out and tucked back up, some attempt to stay still and not look like he was fucking orgasming. His teeth were buried in San’s neck and he squeezed his thighs together, tummy tensing as he painted the inside of his fluffy bunny outfit with cum, his head lolling to the side as he heaved for a breath and hid his face again quickly. “There you go…” San could feel the nails raking over his back, fingers tightening in his hair and he just worked him through it, hushing him quietly.
San was monitoring the remaining people that were near them, and really, nobody was paying a lick of attention. He let Wooyoung pant and whine quietly against his neck, worked his poor little dick until it ached and he was pushing on his arm to get him off. San did have to wipe his hand on his hip and he felt a little bad about it, letting Wooyoung mouth and kiss at his jaw and chin as he came down, body buzzing. He finally removed his hand and used it to hike Wooyoung's knee up, tucking him as closely as he could.
“Poor thing.” San chuckled, and Wooyoung giggled back, sighing afterward as his body relaxed and he came back into his own head.
“ That was hot.” Wooyoung hummed, running his fingers through San’s hair, knocking the kitty ears off carefully. His body felt exhausted almost immediately, and he could only assume he’d been wound so tightly without knowing it that now his muscles were relaxing a little too much.
“You’re okay, though?” San asked, in a whisper, tucking Wooyoung’s hair back and the younger nodded, smiling up at him with his cheek squished against his shoulder. “Wasn’t too much?” He did worry if he’d pushed it, a little. Making Wooyoung cry like he had in the bedroom was always difficult, but San did enjoy himself, once he got past the fear that he was doing something wrong . “You’re so good, aren’t you?” San smiled, brushing his finger down Wooyoung’s nose and the younger squirmed, nose wrinkling before he rolled over to pop up to his feet. “Going to change?” San wondered, and Wooyoung just nodded, waddling over toward the house to make a break for the bedroom. It was hot, until the cum started bugging him and he started to crave a hot shower he couldn’t really take, at the moment.
Maybe later.
♡
He ended up changing into one of San’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants, making his way back out quickly with a t-shirt in his fist for San. When he found him again, he’d moved halfway across the yard, helping Yunho light the fire table he had that nobody had bothered to turn on. Apparently Mingi had discovered marshmallows in his pantry, opting to go around to every candy bowl and steal the bite sized candy bars so he could make himself smores, and Yunho was all in once he realized there was a fire they could use.
“You need sticks?” Wooyoung wandered over, handing the shirt off to San once the table was lit.
“I have some… I think they’re in the shed… or in the kitchen.” San looked around uselessly and Wooyoung snickered, moving across to the side of the hard, hunched over while he searched for decently sized sticks. Yunho watched him, then watched San watching him, smiling fondly. But San caught him watching, turning pink before tugging the shirt over his head and taking a seat.
“...found the one, huh?” Yunho smiled, watching San try and hide his face momentarily before looking back up at his friend, giving him a small nod. “Ah. Young love.” Yunho fumbled his little fake hookah pen for a second before bringing it to his lips, busting into a laugh with San before he could even take a puff for dramatic effect.
“What are you two bozos cackling about?” Wooyoung waddled back over with an assortment of crooked sticks, handing them over to Mingi so the boy could pick one.
“Nothing. Yunho being the caterpillar was the best choice we could have made, honestly.” San snorted, and Yunho finally got a puff off, but hacked up a lunch afterward because he’d actually breathed it in when he wasn’t supposed to.
“You idiot-” Wooyoung reached up to smack his back, and Mingi watched them with wide, worried eyes before Yunho finally plopped into a seat with a sigh.
“I told you not to play with that anymore!” Mingi whined, and Yunho rolled his eyes, watching Mingi’s anxious ones glitter under the firelight and Yunho felt something in his chest tremble.
“Okay! I won’t.” Yunho chuckled, unscrewing the hookah from the contraption that was coiled around him and Wooyoung plopped between him and San, leaning to warm his arms by the little table fire. He really was getting tired, and the quiet, relaxed atmosphere mixed with the warmth from the fire and the heavy hand resting on the back of his neck made him yawn, blinking heavily at the man across the table.
“Where’d your ears go, Mangi?” Wooyoung wondered, the poor guy having lost half his damn costume throughout the course of the night and Mingi reached up onto his head, as if the ears would appear out of nowhere.
“...I lost em, I guess.” Mingi mumbled, sticking a marshmallow completely inside the flames, spinning it hastily until it caught fire.
“You’re gonna burn it!”
“I like 'em burnt!”
“Fine, but you better eat the whole damn thing. Don’t waste it. ”
“Mean , Sannah.”